Staying with me

Wilma reports that I should pick Sabrina up from school tomorrow. Even though there is still a possibility, I suppose, that she'll go to her dad's, I told her that I had something sad I needed to talk to her about, and that after school tomorrow I was going to pick her up and she was going to stay with me over the weekend. Understandably, she cried. A lot. We're having movie night with popcorn instead of doing something responsible like reading books and eating healthy food. When it's over, I think we'll be talking about Shabbat.