I’m wiping down the countertops in the kitchen after breakfast when Leta runs in from the powder room and frantically spits out, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT! IT’S NOT MY FAULT!”
Also, I think our kid is going to make a living doing impersonations.
I’m wiping down the countertops in the kitchen after breakfast when Leta runs in from the powder room and frantically spits out, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT! IT’S NOT MY FAULT!”
Also, I think our kid is going to make a living doing impersonations.