Thursday, September 20, 2012


My daughter and I went shopping for dinner. I loaded the groceries into the car, and she returned the cart to the cart corral. I told her not to run, because she tends to run through the lot like a maniac.

I got into the car, and she came walking back toward me, moving verrrry sloooowwwly, in the annoying I-will-mock-you teenager way. I honked long and hard, and she jumped, then got hastily into the car, looking annoyed.

"What did you do that for?"

"You were being pestiferous," I said.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be honkiferous!" she answered with indignation.

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