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Good for Me
My mom has this thing about her sweet tea needing one or two blocks of ice, depending on whether it's half a glass or full. I am the kid that's here most times. I'm the one she sends to fetch whatever it is she wants. I know. I know that you want the ice in there first. You don't have to say it. I said as much to her.
Then she said something like, she does have to tell me; the ice floats.
And I agreed. The ice does float; that's what it does. That was me being a bit sarcastic, but I held back. I left out the part about, ice floating is the entire reason the Titanic went down. So good for me. I deserve a cookie. But really, I think she sometimes does these things just to annoy me. 'Cause she's a mean, old lady. Even Dad says it. But we mean it with love; it can't be anything else. At this point, after this long, anything else isn't really an option.
Then she said something like, she does have to tell me; the ice floats.
And I agreed. The ice does float; that's what it does. That was me being a bit sarcastic, but I held back. I left out the part about, ice floating is the entire reason the Titanic went down. So good for me. I deserve a cookie. But really, I think she sometimes does these things just to annoy me. 'Cause she's a mean, old lady. Even Dad says it. But we mean it with love; it can't be anything else. At this point, after this long, anything else isn't really an option.