My daughter took down her tree last night.
The small one she had in her room?
Yeah, the one Trav got for her. She packed it all up, nice and neat, and took all the stuffed Santas and reindeer she had all around her room, packed them up in a little box, put them out in a supply closet.
What's that all about?
Trav was all mad at her for breaking her grounding, going out with her friends to the mall. I mean, she called me at work to see if she could, and I didn't know Trav had already had a talk with her about it last night, making sure she knew that she was still grounded from cheating on her algebra test at the beginning of the month.
I see. Playing the old mom-against-the-dad routine.
That's my daughter. Very resourceful.
So why'd she pack up all her Christmas stuff?
She said this year isn't at all like Christmas. She said there's no Christmas Spirit when all she wants is her freedom.
Well, that's an eighth-grader for you!
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