Unfiltered Story #47959
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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