Thursday, May 12, 2011

Tremaine

My Dad says "You and your sister can do the dishes". I run away and hide. He always finds me and sends me  to the kitchen. Me and my sister fight about who wants to wash and dry. She comes after me with a wet tea towel. Dad growls me. She laughs and I go after her. Then Dad growls me again. I always think why do I get the blame when she started it.

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