Unfiltered Story #47959

USA | Unfiltered | December 9, 2016

(I’m 12 and at that age where my dad and I don’t get along.)

Dad: “Hey, [My name]! Come and rub my feet!”

Me: “Gross! Disgusting!”

(I run away. A few minutes later, I hear my dad complaining to my mom.)

Dad: “That kid of yours! She doesn’t listen!”

Mom: “What do you mean?”

Dad: “I asked her rub my feet. She’s supposed to!”

(My mom turns around and see me.)

Mom: “Why don’t you rub his feet? He’s had a hard day.”

Me: “Ew! Gross! No way! His feet look like a truck ran them over twice and they were sewn on backwards!”

(My mom bursts into laughter. My dad laughs too.)

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