When Randy had dropped me home. I came in to find my Dad being given out to by my Mom.
I sighed placing my bag down on the ground. "What did he do this time?" I asked hoping she hasn't found out about the plate.
"Your undeniably mature and smart father decided it would be a good idea to play basketball in the living room with Rodney and look what happened." My mother said calmly though that made even more scary.
I look to where she gestured to see the glass coffee table smashed and a broken vase laying on the ground.
I groan at this as this is the ninth coffee table we've had since I can remember. I think my mom should just by a wooden one but she really liked glass coffee tables. "Dad!!!" I whine.
"I'm sorry! I swear I was being careful but it jus-"
"-Just happened?" I finished fo
