Within 30 minutes of handing me the teen romance novel, I heard from downstairs, “No, YOU go tell her.”
Curiosity piqued, I closed down my work email and started downstairs. Tate met me on the way. “Cat just threw up Mom. A LOT. ALL over the kitchen. It’s gross but impressive.”
She was accurate. On all counts.
As I waded (literally) into the mess to begin clean-up, Tate started rattling off a list of things she wanted as gifts for her upcoming birthday. Irritated, I asked “Tate, can’t you see that I am in the middle of something? And that it isn’t particularly pleasant?”
“Of course I can Mom,” she said. “You are cleaning up Cat’s barf. She thought you needed more romance, but I thought you could use a distraction.”
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