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That’s Not How This Works

Ane: “Mom, I need a masquerade mask.”

Me: “Okay.  How soon?”

Ane: “It’s due Wednesday.”

Me: “Okay, when did you get this assignment?”

Ane: “Last Wednesday.”

Me: “You’ve known that you needed a mask HOW LONG and you’re just bringing it up NOW???”

It was Monday night.

Ane: “No, I told you about it while we were at the zoo!”

Me: “OH YES OF COURSE, WE SHOULD HAVE GRABBED ONE AT THE ZOO SHOP.”

Ane: “I have to decorate it and paint it.”

Me: “By Wednesday?”

Ane: “Yeah.  It needs to be a paper one that can be painted.”

I’ll spare you the rest of the gory details/phone calls, but the mask was procured in a late-night trip to Michaels, and Ane now owes her dad a lunch at Chick-fil-A for bailing her out.

Every time she does this, it feels like karma coming back to bite me in the butt.  Though I don’t think I did this to my mother quite this often.  (And Mom, I am sorry.)

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