Tuesday we had some nice warm weather. The Girl asked if she could go play with her friends before dinner. We told her sure – be back for 5:50 and take your phone with you.
5:50 came and went so Mike called to remind her to come home. The Girl answered with “Don’t worry, the phone didn’t get wet”.
Mike, “What do you mean?”
The Girl, “I fell in the lake, I’m really muddy, but I didn’t let the phone get wet.”
Mike, “I think you should come home, now”.
I met The Girl in the garage, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had imagined. Her white tennis shoes were no longer muddy and 3-4 inches of her leggings were wet. She striped them off and went inside.
The Girl, “Am I in trouble?”
The Mom, “How did you fall in the lake?”
The Girl, “The three of us were walking hand-in-hand and something happened and we all fell in. Am I in trouble?”
The Mom, “No, I did the same thing at your age.”
We all had a good laugh.
The next morning, it was raining so Mike got wet when he went out to get his paper.
Mike, “Oh no, I went to get my paper and I fell in the lake!”
The Girl, “You’re not that funny.”
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