I was at the pet store with my daughter. I walked by a lonely parrot for sale. So I started talking to him, told him to show me what he could do with all his toys and stuff. He was doing all kinds of acrobatics and tricks while we talked. I told him I’d take him home but I couldn’t afford him and I didn’t think my cats would be his friend.
I finally turned around to see a bunch of people behind me enjoying the show, and in the back was my daughter with a big smirk of her face.
I hope that parrot got a good home.
Does your daughter still talk to you?