Trolling Dad

I’m such a troll.

Not the rude obnoxious kind…the kind that makes lame jokes and then giggles about it like a child.

I’m just so easily amused. I trolled my dad all weekend while he was watching a movie. I talked with my sister throughout the whole thing and made references to things that he didn’t understand.

Then yesterday morning I shouted the word my sister and I were screaming during the movie and he just sat there.

…but Dad, if you look at it this way, at least we spent quality time together as a family right? We ate pizza, we laughed…you glared at us. It’s all good.

I’ll get you something nice for your birthday.

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