we have a tradition, at the dinner table, of asking each other how our days were. lately it's been going like this...
clara: sooooo, how was your day, dad?
jeff: good.
clara: how was your day, mom?
jill: it was good, sweetie. thanks for asking.
clara: emmett, how was your day?
emmett: ood.
clara: now ask me how my day was. last but not least, clara belle west!
there's no pause between any of these questions & answers. she races through it never letting you expand on what you did that day.
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o my goodness, she is a flippin' hoot!
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