Sarah is bad ass. When she sees cars coming, she hits that shit. Well, sometimes she locks up her brakes on an ice patch, and B in the trailer makes her fall, and then she slides under the back of the car. But then she gets up and manages to hold off freaking out until the driver leaves, and I answer the phone. After that, though, she gets B to Kindergarten and then paints a freaking wall at a friend's house before getting A from school at lunch time.
Punk as fuck.
She isn't even whining now that I am home.
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