Okay. . . This one needs to be labeled, After all those years of practically raising her single-handedly, why the heck is my husband the only one she'll talk to???
Sunday evening. . .
Me: How are you coming with those college applications?
Her: Silence
Her Father: Hey, __________ (insert name of any daughter you wish) how are you coming with those college applications?
Her: Great!
Me: And the recommendations from the teachers?
Her: Silence
Her father: And how about those recommendations from your teachers?
Her: Great!
Me to her father in a whisper: (Ask her if she addressed those envelopes . . . .)
Her father to me in a whisper: (What envelopes?)
Me, whispering: (You don't need to know. . . just ask!!!)
Her Father: Did you address those envelopes?
Her: Well, almost!
Her father to me: (She almost did them! That's pretty good, isn't it????)
Me: Well, are you aware of the fact that your old school is now closed for Christmas break and you'll need to get the forms to last year's teachers some other way - because, like I've told you a million-gazillion times before, your applications need to be in the mail before January 1st!!!!!!
Her: Oh!
Her father: (Oh!)
fifteen minutes later. . .
Her: Dad?
Her father: Yes?
Her: How do you spell Admissions Department?
Her father to me: (How do you spell Admissions Department?)
