Miss h just informed me that she gave her science teacher a dollar so she can bring her experimental goldfish home to have as a pet.
Um.
Great.
Now she's yelling at me about not blogging about her goldfish that we had for two years that I don't remember. Must have repressed that memory.
"Mom, I got it in first grade. Don't you remember the neighbor girl fed it to death?"
Um.
Great.
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