Slip Of The Tongue
byI’ll say this for Miss7, she’s got balls
I’ll say this for Miss7, she’s got balls
Both our families are due here in less than an hour to sing Happy Birthday to Miss8, so we’ve spent a couple of hours this morning cleaning up (hiding the mess) so they can pretend they raised us right.
Some people know how to work with kids. Some don’t. Fortunately our dentist is in the former group.
“I need a hug,” said my wife, throwing her arms wide and drawing me in. She was looking sad but in a fake way. “What’s up?” I asked her. It turns out Miss6 had been running roughshod over her emotions today…