Dissed by my daughter

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Got home a little late, and everybody was already eating. Bekah asks what held me up and I said that a lot of people needed to talk to me. "Why did they have to talk to you?" "That's what I do, I talk to people all day." "When I was in your office, there was a lot of paper. And you work on the computer." "Yes, I talk and I answer e-mail." Very seriously, she says, "You talk and you write e-mail and that's how you make money? I don't think so!"

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