“Mother, please.”
Kyra got a loud annoying fun little cheerleader doll for Christmas that says different cheers when you press different parts of its body. One of the kids had set her off, and I was making fun of the cheer it was saying. As I was obnoxiously saying the words and shaking what my mama gave me, I looked down to see Kyra giving me a very disapproving look. It very plainly said, “Mother, please.” I told her, “Don’t move, I’m going to take your picture.” She didn’t move. Even after I took the picture, she continued to give me “the look” until I assured her I was through being a cheerleader.
