why does this excuse always get me what i want
- *call my dad on the phone*
- me: i got up to get a popsicle and i stubbed my toe and all the spaghetti fell out of my pocket and my palms are sweating and i'm crying so can you just bring it in here
- dad: the spaghetti fell out of your pocket?
- me: i don't want to talk about it it's embarrassing will you bring it in here for me
- dad: okay