Ouch
If you're not sure you can handle the answer, best not to ask the question.
The question, sputtered in exasperation: "Carter, why don't you listen to me?"
The answer, delivered in wide-eyed sincerity, "Because, Mommy, I don't like your feelings."
Oh.
The question, sputtered in exasperation: "Carter, why don't you listen to me?"
The answer, delivered in wide-eyed sincerity, "Because, Mommy, I don't like your feelings."
Oh.
posted by mrsf5 at 9:46 PM
4 Comments:
I feel your pain!
LOVE IT!!!
Gotta love the brutal honesty, huh?
Happy Valentines Day! Thanks for all your great comments - Everytime I see one from you the theme song to "Franklin" goes off in my head! "Hey it's Franklin, comin' over to play..."
when do we get another post, Missy?
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