This afternoon, when I went to pick up the girls from daycare, miss Rose handed me her towel and decried…"I command you to hold my towel!" bemused I looked at her, the teachers watching to see what I would say.
"Excuse me…do I look like one of your royal subjects?" I replied
And she walked out the door leaving me with her towel.
Eva looked at me knowingly, pointed to her towel on the floor and said…"Come on Baba, let's go!"
hmmmm….so how much does military school cost theses days?