I'm a PK!!!!!!!!

Yes, I'm a preachers kid. Today the official decision was made. We all went out to a Mexican restrant. It wasn't very appetizing. But I got snacks at home. My dad said that sometimes "PK's" can act pretty dis respectful. But he told us we dint need to act Any moor than we usually do. Adults say that we are very good kids. Just a couple of hours, and I'm already having fun being a pasters doughtier.