Garrett and I went to our room at the hotel and Garrett was all worried about how Dad would get in because we had the key. I said, "You just get your shower and I will open the door for him when he comes." He exclaimed, "But, you have to look through the peek hole first!!!" I asked him how old I was - "15?" - "No, 17. How old are you?" "8. But teenagers are sometimes... wait, are you a teenager??" "Yes." "Well, teenagers are crazy. They aren't smart like children are."
-Abby
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