Joyce pressed a kiss to the back of her daughter’s head. “I’m sorry sweetie but you’re the one wanted me to brush out all the knots in your hair. I’ll try my best to be gentle.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think it’d hurt this much!”
Dawn let out another whine as her mother continued to try to tug the brush through her messy hair. Honestly, she still wasn't even sure how her bedhead had gotten this bad. Normally her hair was straight as a pin all of the time, but now it practically looked like a giant bird’s nest. How had she managed to do this overnight?
“I swear you and Buffy use the exact same excuse. Now I know he eats a lot but at least he tells me if the mini marshmallows are gone…..” Joyce really wasn’t mad that the marshmallows were gone, she was merely annoyed that no one told her and she had just gone shopping. So her cocoa was now marshmallowless.
“So why can’t you tell the truth?” She questioned again, this time she eased off in annoyance.
“Because I’m a teenager, which means it’s practically my job to lie – -
- –a-and I also don’t wanna get in trouble?”
Alright, now she was definitely babbling. She probably should’ve thought that out better before she said it.
…Oops?
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