Last night we (Molly, Annie, and I) were getting ready to go to Vicky's house. I told the girls to get their shoes on and get in the car. Annie put her shoes on and ran toward the door yelling that she'd be the first in the car. Crash! Annie came running into my room tell me how sorry she was that she'd broke the glass in the storm door. I told her it would be ok and we'd replace the glass. She looked down and saw her bloody hand and started to cry. We ran the cuts under water and they weren't too deep. As Annie and I were putting band aids on her hand, Molly had gone to the kitchen and saw the door. Molly came in the bathroom and was crying too. I was hugging both girls, telling them it was all ok, Annie would be fine, and we'd get the door fixed.
Finally, we got in the car and we were on our way! In the car I asked Molly if she was crying because she was scared for Annie or sad for her. She replied, "Neither." I asked, "Then why were you crying?" She said she was sad because she didn't want people to drive by our house and see the broken glass and think we were trashy.
that is hilarious!
Posted by: Shane Ur Student | August 04, 2009 at 11:40 PM