7:25 am.

S. is all ready waiting at the door, as I stuff her lunch box I see a form that needs my attention.

So, I quickly grab a pen while putting on my skirt and start filling the details.

S. Why are u using my pen?

Me. I am writing something. Shhh.

S. Why are u using my pen?

Me. Shhh. . . Its not yr pen.

S. Its mineeee *annoying tones rise*

Me. *tch* *SHHHHSHHHHH.*

S. *tch* It. Is. Not. Funny.

I can feel that tone severing my fingers.