Yesterday, on the first day of Emma's first high school finals, this is the text exchange we shared:
Me: Are you in detention?
Emma: Yes
Me: Wow. How is it? Are they treating you well?
Emma: They have us chained to the desks, took our iPods, currently watching them burn
Me: Hide your phone! Do you need a ride once you run for freedom? I can be your get-away driver.
Emma: Pull up, cut the engine, act natural.
Me: I'll be in the wig and dark glasses. Don't call me by name.
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I assure you, it wasn't funny when it was going on.
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