A few nights ago the four of us were sitting around talking when Dillon comes out with "Hey sister, remember that time you pushed that kid down the slide at McDonalds?" Sister immediately replies "DILLON SHHHHHH." I glance at Chris and he gives me the I don't know, do you know eyebrow raise. So, Sis came clean. In a nutshell, when they were probably 6 years and 3 years (?) they were on the playset at McDonalds when a bigger boy blocked the slide and was refusing to let kids through. So, Masen, being Masen, tells him to get out of her way and he agrees, but tells her that Dillon is too little and HE can't slide. That is when my beautiful, dainty, ballet loving girl took a lesson from the Ron White school of debate and instead of discussing the situation, shoved the kid down the slide. Now, when she is telling me this, I picture the kid sitting down with his feet in the slide and mouthing over his shoulder. Not the case. Apparently he was STANDING with his back to the slide, arms and legs spread across the opening. Little Miss Sunshine took her right foot and kicked him in the stomach, folding him in half like a washcloth and sent him down the slide backward and butt first.
What did she have to say for herself?
Shoulder shrug, "He left us alone".
Mission accomplished.
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