Frustration

"Maybe for about forty-five minutes, the discussion wasn't centered around you, it was mom's curiosity that kept pricking her to ask many questions that evolved around you," I explained.

Megan seemed to have a hard time consuming this truth, she felt like maybe I was lying to her because I had said a lot of things that were related to one another, and were all things that the both of us were familiar with.

"I am so frustrated right now," Megan sighed out.

"No Meg, that's not a good word to use, I am not happy with that, by the way, the choice is yours to make, the boy is in your court," I mumbled repeating her same words for a while ago.

Megan giggled noticing what I had done, that is, using her words to fight against her, it was a good one by the way.

"Okay, no problem, I take back the word. I have many more questions to ask, can I?" she inquired.