Big Bad Gymnastics Dad
by“You did not,” Tracey gaped at me. “Are you really that much of an idiot?”
I don’t know why she insists on asking me questions she already knows the answer to.
“You did not,” Tracey gaped at me. “Are you really that much of an idiot?”
I don’t know why she insists on asking me questions she already knows the answer to.
I usually only get involved in the kids’ playing when the yelling starts. So it’s odd, and fortunate, that I overheard their conversation as I walked back up to the lounge room to watch some Firefly.