Just Don’t Call Her Late for Dinner

Hannah (exasperated, with hands on hips): Mom, would you please come downstairs and tell Sam that my middle name is Dorothy?

Me: Huh?

Hannah: He doesn’t believe me.

Me: Well, Hannah, that doesn’t sound like a conversation worth having. You know your middle name is Dorothy. Ignore him.

Hannah (turning on her heel, sighing heavily, and bracing for her return to the basement): He just keeps on calling me “Toilet.”

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3 responses to “Just Don’t Call Her Late for Dinner

  1. Ahh, poor little petal.
    Best wishes

  2. Yep, it’s a non-stop comedy cavalcade over there. Tell Sam to cut it out, and a special sunday hello to “Toilet” from me.

  3. lol….big brothers are just so sweet.

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