Disclaimer: I do not own Monk.
Julie instinctively knew she was in trouble. In fact, if her mothers' posture and facial expression were any indication, she would wager that she was in for at least an hours worth of lecturing.
After a period of glaring, her mother finally spoke. "Why haven't you done your homework yet?"
Knowing that her next few words would make it or break it, she decided to start her sentence in a way Mr. Monk was prone to do. "You see, here's the thing," she took a second to once more gather her thoughts before continuing, "I'm allergic to homework."
"You're allergic . . . to homework . . .?" Her mother was obviously not convinced but seemed willing to wait, or humor her as the case may be, for her to collaborate on her statement.
"Yes," Julie nodded her head, "it makes me break out in yawns."
Her mother looked amused by her answer. "Is that a fact?"
Julie nodded her head. Then, as to prove her point, she yawned.