“Where are you and your alleged friends going?”
“What do you want to do for your alleged birthday?”
“Is our alleged beagle still outside?”
To which my husband replies, “I don’t think that word means what you think it means.”
And my daughter replies,
“It’s not alleged, mom, it’s real.”
P.S. The alleged photo has absolutely nothing to do with this alleged post, but the soft-yet-bright pink color of my smoothie this morning (not adequately captured) was lovely.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Dictionary, Shmictionary.”