While flossing after eating carrots, as I'm apt to do, I heard the plaintive whine of the Little Girls in the drive way. It's a little after 1 pm on a school day, so I can't imagine what sort of jibber-jabber would result in their early dismissal on a Thursday.
In my elementary school experience (roughly thirty years ago), the only way you could shown the gate during the day would if be if the Little Girls were dealing blow to the Truancy Officer or giving a steady supply of handjobs to Chet the Librarian's Assistant for an advanced copy of Captain Underpants and the Attack of the Talking Toilets.
To be fair to Chet, Calamity Jane's "Facebook of Sex" profile did erroneously make her out to be 13.
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