Alyse: So I hope you two know that I expect you to do well at this new school.
Both: Yes, Mother.
Alyse: Garret, I did not move my political campaign to this tiny, back-water town just so you could goof off. You will devote yourself to your studies and socializing can come second. Am I understood?
Garret: Yes, ma’am.
Alyse: And Kaylee, dear, I expect you to wear the clothes I bought you, not your brother’s hand-me-downs. It’s unbecoming for such a pretty face to be stuck in those threadbare dungarees.
Kaylee: [sigh, grumbling] I happen to like these clothes mom. I’m comfortable in them. And no one’s called these ‘dungarees’ since the last century.
Alyse: [ignoring her daughter’s words] do work on your elocution, Kaylee. I can hardly understand you these days. Do I need to set up an appointment with a speech pathologist?
Kaylee: No, ma’am.
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