Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Girl Cave

My twelve-year-old came racing into the room and said, "Mom! Quick! Before my brother comes back, I need you to help me find a base camp!"

Me: Huh? What kind of base camp?

Twelve: You know, like a secret lair.

Me: Hello? I'm the only girl in this house. Don't you think if I could come up with some kind of secret lair I'd be in it all the time and you jokers would never find me?

Twelve: Oh yeah. Good point.

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