Revenge is a dish best served
Do you know what my beloved daughter's BFF said to her when she came to our new house for the first time? "Poor you! This must be the worst house in the whole world! ... well maybe not the worst house." If I could have pushed the little rodent hearted caviler down the stairs, well no, not really, but still, the liver cries out for vengeance and so I have invited her and her little brother to spend a whole day here with us this week. Her mum is convinced she will be delighted. BWA-hahahahaHAAA!
The best thing about this is that I win either way. Either she has a good time in which case DD = happy or she has a rotten time in which case I = happy (well Ok more like grimly satisfied).
Parenthood has its moments it really does.
The best thing about this is that I win either way. Either she has a good time in which case DD = happy or she has a rotten time in which case I = happy (well Ok more like grimly satisfied).
Parenthood has its moments it really does.