Picture it. The girl and I had just snuggled up together to watch a beloved holiday special for, presumably, the 12th year in a row when this happened.
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HER: “Why does Susan keep moving the football and messing up his kick?”
ME: “Who??”
HER: “SUSAN!!” (exasperated) “Or whatever her name is.”
ME: (surprised) “You don’t know her NAME?”
HER: “Nope. Guess not.”
ME: “It’s Lucy. LUUUUU-CEEEEE.”
HER: “Oh. That sounds a lot like Susie.”
ME: “What the … Who the heck is Susie??”
HER: “The little blonde girl. You know, the one who likes Linus.”
ME: (dumbfounded) “You mean Sally??”
HER: “That’s right. Sally. Sounds like Susie to me.”
ME: “So … you thought two of the Peanuts character names were SusAN and SusIE?”
HER: “What??? At least I know Linus and Charlie Brown. Oh, and Dirt Bag!”
ME: (under my breath) “Oh, my God.” (flabbergasted) “DIRT BAG?!!?”
HER: “Yeah. You know, the dirty kid. What’s his name again?”
ME: (pulling my hair out) “It’s Pig Pen. PIG!!! PEN!!! How do you not KNOW this?”(chastising myself) “I feel like I’ve failed you as a mother.”
HER: (laughing at me) “It’s fine, Mom. As long as I know Snoopy, right? … And Woodchuck.”
Me: (face-palm)
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Seriously???
Is she doing this on purpose?
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