Yesterday Sarah asked me where I got my Scooby Doo t-shirt.
“It was a birthday gift. Why?”
“I bet it would fit me.”
“I would prefer you not ‘borrow’ my new shirt.”
clearly not hearing a thing I said
“I can’t wait to show it to Becca. She’s gonna love it.”
So, this morning I took Sarah’s last razor blade without asking.
Don’t do it!
Oh, wait. You took it so you could *shave*. Nevermind. Go ahead.