-How was school, Molly?
-Good.
-What did you do?
-You know what happened?
-What?
-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)
