I retreated to the water closet for the briefest moment of solitude.
Wisely, I locked the door. Nary a second passed when I heard the familiar rattle rattle of the brass door handle.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees,” I called in my sing-song, annoyed mommy voice.
“Mommy,” my daughter whined, “Berkeley said the S-H word.”
He said what? I thought to myself. But before jumping to conclusions, I asked the question:
“And what would that be?”
“He told me to ’shut up’,” my daughter called through the door.
A sigh of relief. Not ideal, but better than the alternative.
Wisely, I locked the door. Nary a second passed when I heard the familiar rattle rattle of the brass door handle.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees,” I called in my sing-song, annoyed mommy voice.
“Mommy,” my daughter whined, “Berkeley said the S-H word.”
He said what? I thought to myself. But before jumping to conclusions, I asked the question:
“And what would that be?”
“He told me to ’shut up’,” my daughter called through the door.
A sigh of relief. Not ideal, but better than the alternative.
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