The other day while I was doing something around the house, hubby had mentioned wanting to take the kids, including our highly worried child, to the local mall to walk around. I had told him it was late in the day, and probably too much for the kids.
A few hours later, hubby sends me a text to my phone, that unbeknownst to me, shows up on my kid’s iPad.
Me: (seeing text: Police shoot suspect fleeing the mall.) (Dead silence.)
Daughter: (simultaneously seeing text) I bet you’re glad we didn’t go to the mall today.