Wendy

So she calls her dad, and they have a little conversation.

And she's like, well, you know, I wanted to talk about how we went to Campton, Nigeria, and then we didn't get to see you.

And he's like, there's no use crying over spilled milk.

And she's like, well, but I bought my whole family.

And he's like, I don't care.

It's like, thanks for calling me.

Is this costing me minutes or you?

Because you wouldn't even be talking to me right now if I had to pay for this.

Also, I hate when people say there's no use crying over spilled milk because it's always the ones who spilled the milk that said that.

It's like, well, it's already spilled.

Yeah, but you spilled it.

And if you don't want me to cry over it, then why aren't you holding a towel in your hand?

She's like a glass, and you took the milk from the house and just left.

She never got the milk.

You know?

You abandoned the milk.

Yeah, I have to say, watching this, I can understand where Wendy's coming from.

Because she lost her stepfather.

You know, we know that.

And I can understand her wanting her kids to meet her dad and wanting to have a relationship with her dad.