my daughter cracks. me. up.

SETTING: Living room. I’ve just told DD* a small bit of news which is awesome (nothing y’all would be fascinated by, and not relevant to the following exchange).
DD: We should celebrate by ordering food for dinner.
ME: [pause] Ordering what, exactly?
DD: [bigger pause] I … don’t know. I didn’t think I’d get this far.




*DD = darling daughter