“I want to. ” I said crying. My dad yelled angrily “Stella is already booked for you and grandma and grandpa cannot lift you anymore!” “Why?”  I  said crying. My dad yelled angrily “If grandpa lifts more than 10 pounds above his head now, his back hurts for 2 days straight! We  don’t even trust grandma and grandpa to take care of you!” I said crying “I don’t care. I want to go to Arizona with you. ” He said “We aren’t going to Arizona. ”

My dad said “We are going to the Dish With Blake Foundation Motorsports Franchise races at Laint Lois International Raceway with Kyle and Robin. Grandma and grandpa aren’t going to take care of you. ” I said crying  “Why?” He yelled angrily “Grandpa needs to lift you above his head  to feel safe while he’s lifting you these days  and me and mom don’t feel safe about that!” I said crying “Why?” He yelled angrily “I am especially scared of him   dropping you!”

I said crying “I don’t care. I am going back  to Arizona with grandma and grandpa. I talked  about it with Robbie. She is good with it. ” My dad said “You sodded schemers. Robbie hasn’t ever put you to  bed. ” I said crying “Yes she  has. ” He said to himself sarcastically “Am I getting dementia?” I said crying “Yes you do. ” He said “All right. I am going to play along with that. Key, what do you say? We cancel our trip to Wisconsin with Kyle and Robin?”

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