**** Punching Baby *****
"This freaking thing keeps messing up..." I mutter, toying with my phone. My sister is driving and my mother is in the backseat. If there two other adults in the car, she always relegates herself to the back seat.
"Mom! Mary said the F-word," my sister calls, trying in vain to get a rise out of our mother. Mom makes a non-committal grunt.
"I said freaking. Don't be dumb." I actually make quite the effort not to curse around my family. "Curse words" spill out of my mouth constantly when I'm at home or around friends, but around my family I try not to curse. A little. I try really really hard not to say God Dammit.
"Your face is dumb," she retorts. Our most beloved comeback, made doubly funny by our near-identical faces. I return my attention to my phone. It has trouble picking up wi-fi signals in certain areas. It currently shows a wi-fi connection, three bars! But I am unable to connect to FourSquare.
"Freaking phone," I say. I tap the screen in vain.
"She said it again, Mom," my sister sings out, glancing in the backseat with the rear-view mirror. I roll my eyes and I give in.
"Fucking phone."
"Tsk!" Mom finally comes to life. "Mary, you're too beautiful to say such ugly words."
"I'm too beautiful NOT to say such words," I say with a grin. Mom tsks shakes her head. My sister is giggling like mad and I fear we might die in a fiery crash.
"Mom! Mary said the F-word," my sister calls, trying in vain to get a rise out of our mother. Mom makes a non-committal grunt.
"I said freaking. Don't be dumb." I actually make quite the effort not to curse around my family. "Curse words" spill out of my mouth constantly when I'm at home or around friends, but around my family I try not to curse. A little. I try really really hard not to say God Dammit.
"Your face is dumb," she retorts. Our most beloved comeback, made doubly funny by our near-identical faces. I return my attention to my phone. It has trouble picking up wi-fi signals in certain areas. It currently shows a wi-fi connection, three bars! But I am unable to connect to FourSquare.
"Freaking phone," I say. I tap the screen in vain.
"She said it again, Mom," my sister sings out, glancing in the backseat with the rear-view mirror. I roll my eyes and I give in.
"Fucking phone."
"Tsk!" Mom finally comes to life. "Mary, you're too beautiful to say such ugly words."
"I'm too beautiful NOT to say such words," I say with a grin. Mom tsks shakes her head. My sister is giggling like mad and I fear we might die in a fiery crash.
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