Middle bounced down the stairs just now. Then, she leaned her head between the spindles of the rail that tops the half-wall of the dining room to look at me. (I've been editing in here the better part of the afternoon.)
"Can I go on a bike ride?"
"I thought the bike was broken," I said, as I considered whether I should even let her go. She is, after all, on day 11 of a 14-day grounding for doing Things Not Allowed.
"That's Youngest's bike. There are two."
I then studied her attire: a long-sleeved, oversized flannel shirt that came nearly to her knees. I echoed John Watson from Sherlock's premiere episode of series two. "Are you wearing any pants?"
"Absolutely not, which is why I was going to go change."
Well. At least she's honest.
And willing to put on pants before she goes out in public.
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