You could have pushed me over with a feather.
I was calling my daughter to see if she wished to be picked up after a sleepover Saturday, and she explained that she couldn't. The family she was with just were walking out of church (an evangelical and conservative one to boot) and now they were going to brunch and then Costco.
Fine, you never go to church with me, I pouted.
She promised to come next Sunday. Promise. I intend to hold her to it.
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