“Just what do you think you’re doing, young lady?”
Elizabeth heard her father’s voice and it scared the shit out of her. “Oh my God, Dad,” she said. “You almost made me fall out of this window.”
“Your mother and I grounded you, Lizzie,” her father said. “And yet here you are, attempting to sneak out of the house through your bedroom window. You just can’t be trusted, can you? For this, I’m adding two more weeks to your being grounded.”
“That’s not fair, Dad,” Elizabeth said. Then she started to lose her grip on the window sill and pleaded with her father, “Dad, speaking about being grounded, please come to my room and pull me in before I fall to the ground and become permanently grounded.”
“Lizzie, you got yourself into this situation, so now you can get yourself out,” her father said, “Besides, your bedroom window is only about six feet above the ground, so the only thing that you’ll hurt if you fall is your pride.”
Written for the Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Brook DiDonato.