It seems the Boy isn’t the only homework warrior. The Teen has also put her armor on and enters the battle.
The phone has been ringing since 7, a classmate looking for the Teen. She (classmate) needs information about a project due.
Me: What’s this project you have to do for school?
The Teen: Sumpthin’ ’bout slavery and stuff.
Me: When is it due?
TT: Tomorrow. I turned it in already.
The Mister: Why didn’t we know about it to check it?
TT: shoulder shrug.
TM: Various shades of pissed.
Like the sore losers from last November:
Four more years, four more years…