Kate was having a play date here with one of her little besties, Eliza. I heard the girls in Kate's room, plotting a late over. When they came to ask me about it, I had my answer ready. "It's Wednesday girls. We can't have a late over tonight." There was some begging, some pleading, and then a quick retreat and whispers about "asking your mom." As the time for Eliza to be picked up approached, Kate appeared wearing her pink striped backpack, so full she hadn't been able to zip it closed.
"Where are you going?" I asked her. She looked up at me and said, flatly, "Look. I've already packed my things. I'm ready to go. Let's not make this awkward."
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