Christmas Special 1

Missy POV

“Mama, Dad said to tell you to stop,” Hailey tells me, coming in from the back door.

“Stop what?” I asked, trying to get a grease stain out of my roasting pan, scrubbing vigorously at the supposedly non-stick material.

“I can’t say the whole thing because he said curse words,” she scrunches her nose, making a face.

Brittany chuckles from where she is sitting at the counter across from me, typing away at some final essay she has been working on since coming home for thanksgiving break. “Paraphrase. Leave out the bad words,” she mutters.

Hailey sighs, “Well, he said to tell your stubborn butt to stop and be beeping patient. Then he said more beep words because Landon ran into his ankles with his tractor. When he stopped yelling and threatening to run over Landon’s tractor with the real tractor, he said to tell that beep woman I’ll do the beeping dishes in a sec, so she needs to sit her beeping butt down.”

I rolled my eyes. If I wait for him and his