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The Mis-deduction

Though my husband and I were twenty feet apart with a volleyball net between us, our son addressed us both.

“Why did you have to marry?” he asked.

I mimed to my husband, “what’d he say?”

Our son postured his frustration with both arms.  “Why’d you have to marry?”

We let the volleyball hit the ground. 

In full tattle-tale mode our son aimed a miffed finger across the sand at his sister’s back and said, “’cause…’cause she’s a bad sissy.”

Um…all right then.


2 Responses to “The Mis-deduction”

  1. Sarah says:

    A little confused.He thinks your being married created a bad sister?

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