Lizzy's mom called me on Christmas Eve to ask me if I could "pack her some black tights and black dress shoes because her aunt bought her a Christmas dress".
Lizzy's mom called me half an hour before I was meeting her to give her Lizzy for Christmas to ask if she could use my car seat because "she don't have one".
Lizzy's mom called me an hour early on Christmas to see if I could meet them early because they "wanted to get home, they had had it for the day".
I love being a personal servant.
Oh, and she came home with 2 giant long bruises on her right hip that look like someone hit it. I don't think they did, but thank you for that because now I get to "explain" that to the social worker.