I was the kind of kid who knew exactly how many unexcused sick days we were allowed in a school year…and I made sure I used every last one. My poor mother would try her best to coerce me out of my cozy comforter, but some days it was just too much effort for either of us.
And I was at least a little more polite than this hilariously sassy girl. At four years old, she has some pretty strong opinions about why she doesn’t need to go to school or even help out with chores around the house.
Hey, that seems like some pretty solid logic to me. You keep fighting the good fight, little lady.