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After my first day of school, I walked up to the house, and my parents met me on the front porch. They asked me how it went, and I paused, turned my head sideways and looked up at them and said, “And you signed me up for 12 years of this yet,” like it was an indictment of their decision-making abilities.
By the way, the extraneous “yet” is a Pittsburghism and is kept for historic accuracy.
I love how you have to explain the Pittsburgh lingo… Nice.