After 9 o’clock last night (well past bedtime on a school night) I walk into Miss A’s room to see this…
No she does not have her own iPhone…yet. That’s a fake one she loves to play with.
“Miss A what are you doing? You’re supposed to be in bed.”
Miss A, who is a manipulatress who has mastered the fine art of the bedtime stall:
“Um…I just like to sit like this and read my Bible and sip on my ice water.”
How can I say no to that?