Last night, an hour after bedtime, Dina was attempting to stave off sleep by, it seems, pretending to be a fireman/parking cop:
When she caught me trying to take this picture, she slowly walked back into her room, emerged sans hat and pad, and disciplined me: “There is a rule: no pictures at bedtime…but, you can take one,” then went back into her room, and reemerged in costume. Hey, give the public what they want, right, Dina?
Good thing she didn’t write me a ticket!
…and, yes, that is a full garbage bag at the back door. I put it there to remind me to take it out. Oh, like you don’t do that! Oh, no, I bet you take them out to the alley the second you tie ‘em up, even if it’s, like, 1 am. Whatever, man…focus, af, this post is about your daughter, not about your insecurities about being a bad homemaker. Steady, steady…
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yeah… without caption it sure looks like you’re getting cited for an infraction. -MM
Regarding your last words, as someone we knew well once said about you, why should such a brilliantly beautiful, gifted girl (or some such words) have to clean up her room? At any rate, the garbage can wait til morning but I’m so glad that Dina granted you permission to not have to wait til morning for just this one picture! Yet yes, I also must wonder about that ticket. Did sweet delicious loving Dina grant you the free choice to take advantage of the photo opportunity, even encourage you by re-garbing, yet never-the-less have to write you a ticket anyway in the interest of fairness? Free choice and agency and all that good stuff, perhaps?
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