Unfiltered Story #47647

Unfiltered | December 16, 2015

The drive from my daughter’s school is fairly long. This year, after having been on the road for about twelve hours, we stopped for dinner. She was fairly zombie-like by the time our food arrived.

Daughter: *lets out a huge burp*

Me: *pointed look*

Daughter: You’re welcome. *a puzzled look passes over her face* I think I meant excuse me.