For my teenager, Drama is her favorite class. Today, she informs me that the assignment was to "act" like you are in a waiting room and is allowed to speak only one sentence. Her specific assignment was to be in a waiting room . . . waiting to interview for a business job. So my teenager says, " I fixed my posture, pulled my hair back behind my ears, and WOW! All I said was, 'I will get this job because I am perfect for it.' Everyone was like, 'I would hire you right now. You look so confident! Even with the purple hair and stars on your eyes.' I told them, 'Of course I do. I am my mother's child.'"
That's my girl! Thanks Nan for passing on the professionalism.
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