27 Questions the Teens Have Texted in the Last Few Weeks

27 questions my teenage daughters have texted me in the last few weeks, in no particular order:

  • Can we get Sonic or McDonald's for dinner?
  • Where are Kendra's zip pj's?
  • Can you take me over to Daddy's at like 12:30?
  • Can I go with y'all?
  • How was the concert thingy?
  • Do you think on our way home you could drop {my friend} off?
  • Can {my friend} still come over tonight?
  • Can we get stuff to tye-dye tonight?
  • Can {my friend} come over Sunday night?
  • Do we have any locks?
  • What time are we even supposed to even be off of our phones?
  • Can I go with you to pick up Kendra?
  • Can we run to {my friend}'s house real quick?
  • Do you mind if I go to {my friend}'s for a couple hours to hang out?
  • Can {my friend} stay the night again?
  • Chick-Fil-A?
  • When does {my friend} have to leave?
  • Can we make popcorn?
  • Can we stop and get a pizza first?
  • Can I just go to {my friend}'s for New Years?
  • Can we go to the movies instead of bowling?
  • Where are y'all?
  • Can we go to the mall if we get the rest of our chores done?
  • Can I spend the night with {my friend} tomorrow?
  • Do you want any spaghetti?
  • Can I go to Sonic with {my friend} after school?
  • Did you get any videos?

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