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I Know, Because I'm Your Mother
Don't go out dressed like that
You look just like Carla,
And you know I don't like that
She makes herself look like a tramp.But, Mama, she isn't like that.
You don't even know her.
You're never nice to her.
And I LIKE HER.I said don't go out dressed like that.
Why not?
Because I said so.
And I'm your Mother.
I KNOW.Mom, you're doing it again.
What? What am I doing?
Not listening to us.
You're sure you're right.
But sometimes you're wrong.Me, wrong?
Yes, Mom, you. Wrong.
Like when?
Well, about Carla, for instance.
I talked to her the other day.
Jessie's right.
She's really nice.Oh. You mean it's like that teacher said?
Sometimes, I need to listen?Yes.
OK. Maybe it's good I went to school.