Troy: “What are you doing here? Mama said she was going to pick me up.”
Me:
“Mama is at home. I’m not sure why she said that, because the plan was always
for me to come get you.”
Troy:
“Well, I’ll just wait here for mama.”
Me:
“No you won’t! Get in the car! She’s not going to drive all this way when I’m
already here.”
Troy:
“It’s okay, I can wait for her.”
Me:
“Come on, you little imp. Get in the car!”
Troy:
“You’re a little imp!”
Me: “No, you are!”

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