Do you have to learn everything the hard way, Betamom? Was it really that long ago that you were the one doing the lying? Did you actually think that sleeping over at BetaTeenFriend's house meant a trip to Blockbuster and microwave popcorn? Maybe a little Facebook and some videochat?
Are you suddenly that stupid?
Betamom: "Why did you guys walk to the country mart for breakfast?"
Betateen: "For Breakfast."
Betamom: "But you never do that?"
Betateen: "Yes we do."
Betamom: "No, you walk down to Wilshire. You never walk to the country mart."
Betateen: "Well we had to meet BetaFriend."
Betamom: "Why?"
Betateen: "Because her mom was picking her up at the countrymart."
Betamom: "I didn't know she was at the sleepover."
Betateen: "She was. If you ask her mom."
Betamom: "I don't get it."
Betateen: <eyeroll>
Betamom: "What?"
Betateen: "Do I have to spell everything out for you?"
Betamom: "Pretty much."
Betateen: "Her boyfriend lives four blocks away."
Betamom: "That's convenient."
Betateen: "So she said she was sleeping with us."
Betamom: "Oh."
Betateen: "So we had to meet at the country mart to prove that we had all been together."
Betamom: "Oh."
Betateen: "Are we done?"
Betamom: "Aren't you busy enough with your own lies? What are you, freelancing now?"
Betateen: "This should make me want to tell you things?"
Betamom: "Did you get paid to show up? Are you like, a pro?"
Betateen: "No."
Betamom: "Did she buy the breakfast?"
Betateen: "No."
Betamom: "The soy chai latte?"
Betateen: "No."
Betamom: "Do I have to spell everything out for you?"
Betachild has what we call the BetaMonkeybrain. She's a genius all right, with all the wrong people, for all the wrong reasons. But Betamom, come on. Who's the sucker now?
You bought that breakfast yourself.
