Reason #Inifinity and a Gazillion of "Why I Am A Bad Child"
Reason I'm Horrible, Bad, and Nasty: I assert my independence.
Mother: (enters bedroom without knocking as is her custom because the whole idea of privacy evades her) Alright. Show me what clothes you have for Interlochen.
Me: Um. Thank you, mom, but I don't think I need you to go with me over the clothes I need for the summer.
Mother sniffs and walks out of my bedroom.
A little while later...
Me: Hey! Mom!
Mother: What, Shannon? You don't need me, remember?
Me: (rolls eyes out of her eyesight, continue uppity tone) Are there any more laundry loads to be done?
Mother: (still audibly angry) There's a load of LIGHTS and a load of DARKS.
Clearly, at the age of twenty-two, I'm incapable of packing on my own.
Mother: (enters bedroom without knocking as is her custom because the whole idea of privacy evades her) Alright. Show me what clothes you have for Interlochen.
Me: Um. Thank you, mom, but I don't think I need you to go with me over the clothes I need for the summer.
Mother sniffs and walks out of my bedroom.
A little while later...
Me: Hey! Mom!
Mother: What, Shannon? You don't need me, remember?
Me: (rolls eyes out of her eyesight, continue uppity tone) Are there any more laundry loads to be done?
Mother: (still audibly angry) There's a load of LIGHTS and a load of DARKS.
Clearly, at the age of twenty-two, I'm incapable of packing on my own.