Good morning, Honey!
Morning.
I hope you slept well. Go ahead and have a seat. Breakfast is almost r . . . What are you
wearing?
Duh. Clothes?
Well, I can see that you’re wearing clothes,
but do you think that’s really an appropriate thing to wear to school?
What’s wrong with it? This is how I always dress.
Um, isn’t your skirt is a little short?
No!
And your sweater is pretty low-cut.
My other foster mom used to let me wear
it. I mean, she’s the one who bought it
for me!
Well, you are living in my home now, and we
have rules about modesty. And believe
me, those clothes are definitely not modest.
I need you to change, please.
I’m not going to change. Why should I even listen to you? (scoffs) Look at the ugly clothes that you
are wearing!
We also happen to have rules about
respect in this house. You will not speak to me that
way, young lady!
Whatever. (door slams)
Gee, that went well! How did the conversation go from 0 to
skirmish in less than 30 seconds? Does
every morning really need to begin by engaging in a battle with the resident
teenager?
