Getting Away with Murder

I was sitting at the kitchen table working a few minutes ago when a crumpled up piece of paper came flying over my shoulder and landed *smack* on my laptop in front of me. I turned around and saw a Grace-blur running away and back upstairs where she was supposed to be doing her homework.

I opened the note. It was her homework list for this evening...

and a message to me.

What a shame. Guess I don't need to look into those drama classes she wanted to take this summer after all. It's just as well. I'm sure I'll be very busy trying to figure out how to press charges against her homework.