Not a girly girl

-How was school, Molly?
-What did you do?
-You know what happened?
-So, we were fistfighting and…

I don’t know what I was expecting asking my 7-year-old daughter how the school was, but I didn’t think it was going to start with “So, we were fistfighting…”

(Photo of Molly after school, running through all the puddles)

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