Here is a little convesation held between my favorite girl and the officer (keep in mind that I know what she is talking about, but I am staying quiet as to add to the comic relief)...
F.G.: "Got my picture made today."
T.O.: "Really?"
F.G.: "I was on a motorcycle."
At this point the officer stops what he is doing...
T.O.: "A motorcycle? Whose motorcycle?"
F.G.: "I don't know. Some guy's. And I had to take off my shirt."
So how cruel am I? I can't help it, it runs in the family. Can't fight genetics. Okay, so here's the story...Favorite Girl got her picture made at school in some dress up clothes and she had to change shirts. Not nearly as exciting as her version, but much easier on a parent's nerves.
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