Echo

I just had one more quick thing to do to print something for tomorrow. I just wanted to get it done before I walked away from it and forgot.

Lizza was in the room, and I said something to her about how I would be done in a minute. I had to log on to Tim's computer, which always stresses me out. Lizza was all up in my face.

Next think I know she is sweetly sitting next to me -- whispering something to herself. It sounded like someone practices a new phrase in a foreign language so it is ready when they need to use it. She was trying it this way and that. Perfectly quietly, but with little changes in tone.

I listened more closely.

She was saying, "Get out of my way."

Mom Fail.