I get a call at 4 in the afternoon. It’s Sarah. “Daddy, can I invite some friends over for a sleepover?”
“Uh, sure…” I’m such a pushover. I always think afterwards. I should have used it for leverage. I could have asked “Did you clean your room?” or “Are your chores done?” or “How are your grades?”. Instead, I do the dad thing. “Uh, sure…”
All I have to say is thank goodness for the MIL apartment. We can have such events and still have some peace and quiet.
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