my "Dark" child hmmphh

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My oldest brother came to visit us yesterday with his wife. He is a very opinionated man. Defiantly difficult to get along with, and annoying beyond words sometimes. That said I love him very very much.
Well he and his wife of 25 years have no children. They have dogs and cats and animals allover the place. That is fine but BUT dont discuss MY CHILDRENS FAULTS as if you know what it is like to have one.
dialog.
Dave: Suz, Missis she is the dark mall lurker kid I would be afraid if I were you. (chuckle chuckle)
Suz: She is not dark she just isnt Allie she doesnt want to be the all americn kind of kid she wants to be different.
Dave: Well that she is (sarcasm)...
Suz: She is a sweet generous, sensitive child that you dont even know, dont judge her dave.
Dave: SHe a devil worshipper laugh laugh sacrificing animals or something LAUGH LAUGH.
ME: Shut up dont even say her name if you dont have something positive to say.
She does well in school no trouble at all. Sweet friends, she has a different style. She is not as radical as some kids I ve seen. She actually is the most radical of them all and she likes that. Her friends are t shirt wearing, softball playing, mall walking, honor roll girls.
shoot me for having a nonconformist. ( I love her for that)

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