Day 4 Evening Edition in Daily life

  • Oct. 7, 2022, 12:59 a.m.
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Picked up Chance from school He didn’t know I was coming. He walked out with the girl we gave a ride to this morning. He was so funny when he looked up and saw me. He walked over

Chance: why are you here

Me: thought I would pick you up and we would run down to the Moore place and ride the fence I saddled Blonde for you to ride.

Chance: she is just a friend

Me: ok

Chance: She is, so don’t even

Me:  Ok

Chance:  I got a tardy and a D on my test

Me: Ok

Chance: I tossed my shoe you ruin

Me: I can see that

Chance: I forgot to get my homework out of my locker

Me: ok

He was so determined for me not to ask anything about his little friend, he was willing to get a lecture even grounded for me not to ask about her. Have to admit I wanted to dive into it. But we just rode fence and shifted a few yearlings to a different pasture

Me: Hey Buddy you want to talk about what’s going on with your mom

Chance: why did you ask that

Me: we really needed to

Chance: Not now it’s a good day you just want to mess it up just stop

Me: I didn’t say we had to I said we could if you want to

Chance: Well, I don’t want to talk about her, I don’t want to talk about my shoe, I don’t want to talk about my friend, I do want to talk about dinner

Me: Jay’s again, I guess, but we can’t keep eating out every night

Chance: better than dying from food poisoning.

Me: that will get better the crock pot came

Chance: Do you even know how to use that

Me: it has instructions

You never read ‘em.

Me: kind of harsh today ait you

Chance:  truth hurts (as he laughed and took off in a dead run-on Blonde)

I’m still not sure if he is being a Butthead are serious. I never realized how bullheaded he is when he makes up his mind, it’s like talking to a fence post. I know he misses his mom and she hurt him just leaving. I guess I need to vent on that myself but later. Jays had a fried chicken special. One of Chance’s favorites 

Chance wants something he is hanging out in the living room. So guess I should stop and see if he talks


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