Nepotism

As I was watching Zoey do her homework:

Zoey: I have a list of books I want to buy at the Book Fair.
Me: I know. I saw it in your backpack.
Zoey: When are we going?
Me: Tonight. Guess what? Someone you know is selling books at the Book Fair.
Zoey: Who?
Me: Guess.
Zoey: Granny? I have no idea why she thought her grandmother, who lives two hours away, would be working the Fair.
Me: No.
Zoey: My teacher?
Me: No.
Zoey: Who?
Me: Daddy.
Zoey: Why are you going to be at the Book Fair? She said this with as much disdain in her voice as the thirteen-year-old Zoey will use when I tell her I'm chaperoning her school dance.
Me: Because I'm helping out your school.
Zoey: Oh. Will you give me books for free?

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After Ella brought the kids by the book fair tonight, she was stupid brave enough to take them to an introductory Daisy Scout meeting. And yes, Zoey came home a Daisy Scout.

But wait! It gets better: Ella came home a Daisy Scout Troop Leader.

Ha! Dumbass.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have become Mr. and Mrs. Suburbia.

Gag.

Song of the day: Sexx Laws by Beck