I heard the water start running at 12:02. I remember cause I looked up at the clock and thought “I didn’t know she was still up.” So, I read a couple blogs, listen to some t.v. It turns 12:25. Hmmm, maybe she didn’t get straight into the shower. Nah, she couldn’t have just let the water run for that long.
12:32. Should I go ask if she’s alright? It’s been 30 minutes.
Coco comes upstairs and looks at me like “What the hell? I’m tryna get that spot on the bathroom rug.” I’m like “You might as well give that up.”
12:48. The shower turns off.
Coco goes and stands at the door like “Dang…bout time.”
She comes out, and then says “Coco! Move! Dang. Ugh. Now I gotta go wash my hands.”
I’m just glad she didn’t get back in the shower to do it.
The moral of the story is: I need a lot more practice with teenagers.
