'Mommy, come play with me!' Said Sasha in a whiny tone. Petra looked at her daughter, 'Go play with Philip or Shelly' 'Philip is in his room with a girl. And Shelly's only 4' Petra mumbled something under her breath and then shouted: 'Philip! You better not have a girl in there! You're 11 and not ready for a relationship!' Shelly came in to the living room, she asked Sasha if she'd like to play dolls. Philip came downstairs looking at his feet. Petra looked at him with a disappointed look 'Who was that girl?' Philip gave his mother a stupid look 'What girl?' 'The one in your room' His stupid look changed and he looked confused, at least he tried to; he's not the best actor. 'There's no gir-' Petra's husband came into the room looking quite pleased. 'Philip! You've got yourself a girl! I'm proud of you son!' 'Benedict Arthur Goldman!' Shouted Petra, 'I can't believe you're encouraging him to be like this!' 'Alright I'm sorry baby, Phil, this is no way to behave! Get her out of the house right now' 'Fine, I'll tell Hannah to go and never come back' Philip mumbled under his breath. Then he went back upstairs. The family met in the kitchen a few minutes later for breakfast.
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The Cat
HorrorA family of five. All white, blue eyes, blonde hair: No racism problems. No mental health issues. Rich. Completely match USA standards. Only missing one thing. A pet! A cat.
