“It’s not like you’ve never done it.”
“Not while driving a car while on the phone with my sister.”
“I only tapped the guy’s bumper,” Lissy said. She stood from the breakfast table, took her bowl to the sink, and dumped it into the wrong side—the side without the garbage disposal.
Cleo rolled his eyes. “You can’t even dump a cereal bowl and argue at the same time.”
“I was just picking my nose!” Lissy stuffed the bowl into the dishwasher.
Cleo rubbed his left temple. “I think you should be the one to call the insurance agent.”
