Son: I have a report to do. I need pictures. Me.. ok .. when is it due? Son: Tomorrow . Me : *imagines the satisfaction of Gibbs slapping son* Me: if you had told me before, I could have taken you to the library, or used the printer at work. Son : ..... Me:......................... Fine. What do you need pictures of? Son: shoshone indians. Me: *evil laughing in my head* Me: fine . Sorry mrs Winner... I did the best I could. ;)
