Whence your 16-year-old texts you from class…
Caolinn: Can I get my belly button pierced next winter? Pleeeeeease?
Me: Shouldn’t you be in class? WTH is going on at that school?
Caolinn: I’m in choir. It’s a joke class.
Me: Well, I think we’ve established why you have a B.
Caolinn: She’s literally spelling out choir terms. She just spelled singing. Would you be mad if I jumped out a second story window to get out of this, because she just spelled ‘choir’?
Me: They’re your legs, but I’m not wiping your ass for you, so take that into consideration.
Caolinn: She just spelled ‘soprano’. WTF!?
Me: Mark my words…’alto’ is next. Wait for it.
Me: I think we can agree that no one is winning in this scenario.