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We had a family outing recently which turned out terrible, mostly. Sagging spirits piled on let-down heaped upon disappointment left us irritable and grumpy, trapped in the car together for the drive home. So when Smedley asked if anyone had a hair clip, I barked at her.
"Why would I have one of YOUR hair clips, Smed?" I snapped. This was a familiar theme. "You're supposed to take care of that, right? I'm always telling you that. OF COURSE I don't have any of YOUR hair clips."
"Here's one," Chas said calmly, handing a hair clip back to the back seat. My mouth fell open.
"Are you kidding me? How -- why -- where did you get a hair clip? Wow, Smed, your Daddy saves the day."
Without missing a beat, Smedley turned to her father and quipped, "Got a donut?"
I have not laughed that hard in forever.