Dear Daughter,
I apologize for my assumption that your being outside on the swings meant that you were ready for school. It had never occurred to me that you would be swinging as a form of primitive hair drying prior to eating your breakfast. As creative as that is, we are now late and you have not eaten. Rolling your eyes, as if I'm the crazy one, will not turn back the clock. Get in the car!!
Love,
Mom
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