911 What's your emergency?

This is a fictitious call that went on in my head earlier this evening.

Me: It's my daughter!

Dispatcher: What's wrong with your daughter ma'm?

Me: It's...It's...

Dispatcher: Calm down and tell me what happened.

deep breath

Me: She wants to take down all the little kid stuff in her room and paint all of her furniture to make it more "modern"!!!

Dispatcher: Ma'm, how long has she had all this "little kid stuff"?

Me: Since she was born!!

Dispatcher: Ma'm, how is your daughter now?

Me: Almost 15.

Silence

Dispatcher: Ma'm, I think it is long over due for her to get rid of her kid stuff. What color does she want to paint her furniture?

Me: White.

Dispatcher: Not black, or gothic, or anything with chains?

Me: No...

Dispatcher: Go get a can of white paint and get to it.  

And once I got over the shock of her wanting to update her room, we got to painting her furniture. Husband took her to Lowe's to pick out new handles for her drawers. At 8pm on a Friday night. Love that man.

But not before he let her DRIVE the Accord out of the drive way and into the middle of the court..

Dialing 911 again...

Cat