unfazeable

The Golden Weasel comes in from a walk with her siblings singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" because, apparently, she's determined to prove she's actually a cartoon character. 

When she finishes the last line—"life is but a dream," for those with serious memory loss—she fortunately stops, rather than starting right over again. 

"Except for me," I say. "My life is a nightmare." 

"Oh!" she says, getting a glass of water. "Why?" 

"Because you're my daughter," I snarl.

She calmly takes a drink. "That's nice," she says, and pats my arm, before going to play with her My Little Ponys. 

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[Emily]

I love your family. :)