Yeah, you know the day we’re having in Vermont: 85-degrees and sunny. So wouldn’t you know the daughter-figure came down with a mysterious illness as she was getting ready for school.
“Dad,” she said as she jumped on her scooter. “I’ll probably be calling you at lunchtime. I’m planning on being sick.”
I guess they would call this “bad parenting.” But, what the hell, it’s going to be a fine day by the river.
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