I’m talking with Sweetpea about next year’s classes. She asks about Spanky’s schedule. She is a little older than Spanky, a seasoned teen. The convo goes like this:
Sweetpea: Did Spanky sign up for advanced classes?
Sweetpea: How many?
Me: All of them.
Sweetpea: And you signed the papers?
Me: That’s what she wanted.
Sweetpea: (dramatic) You just signed her soul over to the school.