Apparently I have been marked at Quincy High's basketball games that my presence is requested for the game tomorrow. After I refused to go coz KC's been telling me how her coaches ask about me after the Quincy vs Plymouth game, here's the convo by the kitchen tonight;
KC: mom, you gotta go. Please!
Me: I am not. Hahahahah
Josh: mom, I won't go so you can go. I'm not gonna stop you from cheering. Also, now we will be one of the notable Quincy families. We will be the most fun family. You know. (As he pretends to be a funny guy)
KC: and mom, dress up like you're going to your friend from Lexington and Tita Leila's) coz we're playing against(?) you know those fancy moms who are so snobbish. ( does a b*tchy mom impersonation)
Me: who you playing? Lexington, Hingham? Sharon? Weston?
KC: no, ( I am censoring as I friends from that town) we're playing ...
Me: oh please they can shove it.
Josh: burn!
Moral lesson: I am not from those towns mentioned above. I am poor. Hahahahah.
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