This morning, as usual, Kyle came into my room to wake me up and prepare to drive him to school.
“Carly?”
I rolled over onto my back.
“Carly?”
I peeled my eyes open to see who was asking for my attention.
“Carly, it’s time to get up.”
I moan softly. “What?”
“You have to take me to school.”
I cling to my covers. “No I don’t.”
“What?”
“No I don’t. I don’t have to.”
“Yes you do. I need you to drive me to school. Get up.”
“No I don’t. I don’t have to blog.”
“What?”
“I don’t have to blog about it.”
“Carly. I don’t think you’re–”
“What?”
“You need to get up.”
“No I don’t. I don’t have to blog about it.”
His voice is raising now, “Carly!”
“Huh?”
“I have to go to school.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“I’m getting up right now. Relax.”
… … … … … … too much blog?