Two minor things went wrong to start Emmie's day, "This is already a horrible day."
Emmie left her car door open:
Mom: Don't worry, Eric will get the door for you.
E: Yeah, he's my door manager.
"This mystery dum-dum was the key to my life."
We left keyboard early because Emmie had an ear infection that was worsening. She was crying in pain on the way home, but decided she wanted McDonald's ice cream anyway. We waited in the drive-thru for a few minutes before our turn came. I had just asked Emmie if she really wanted ice cream, or whether she'd prefer to go straight home to get medicine. While crying:
"Let's go home. They're all busy and have poor service. They can't even help a sick child."
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