This morning I was washing the breakfast dishes when Sydney came up to me in the kitchen.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Hi.”
“Can I go downstairs to get something?”
“Yes,” I answered, slightly annoyed that she was asking to go to the basement rather than just going.
“I just want to get a key for a weapon,” she said matter-of-factly.
Huh?!
Great. And while you’re down there honey, I should have said, make sure the machetes are nice and sharp!
