Ryder, holding up a half-empty bottle of water, from the way back seat of the car: "Mom, can I drink this?"
Me (trying to drive. at night): "I don't know buddy, is there something wrong with it?"
Ryder: "I'm just wondering if I can drink it."
Me: "Ashlynn, does it look ok to you, I mean is there something growing in it?"
Ashlynn (in a very motherly tone, using hand gestures and rolling her eyes): "Oh, it's fine Ryder, yeah sure, go ahead. I mean what's the worst that could happen to you? Like, you might get a cough or something, but it's no big deal. There could be some germs on it. Or not. I mean germs are sometimes everywhere and you might get a few, but it won't be that bad."
This germ talk when on for, like, five minutes. Honestly, I don't know where she gets if from, er, ok, maybe I do. Anyway, I think he took a swig of it, we'll see if he's coughing in the morning since evidently it's "the worst that could happen".
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One day... we'll be living off her doctor's salary.
She just might be a politician someday:)
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