From the backseat:
Girl: "I sort of got in trouble on Friday and had to go to my room."
Me: "Oh really. Why was that?"
Girl: "Well stepdad isn't playing at the fair anymore because he got fired. And I said, they must not have like the way you played. I didn't know that it would hurt his feelings and I had to apologize 3 times and write him a letter telling him how sorry I am. I really didn't know it would hurt his feelings."
Me: "Well, I'm sorry you got in trouble, but that probably was a little hurtful."
Girl: "Yeah, I know. Stepdad also said that Dad's band sucks and that their drummer is just average."
Wow! Talk about textbook displacement.
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