Overheard, 6:44 AM
bang, bang, bang, bang Mom, why you need some privacy?
bang, bang, bang, bang Mom, why you need some privacy?
Me: Where is your backpack? Him: It’s probably in mommy’s car, or your car, or — somewhere in the house. Thanks for clearing that up.
Imagine if you will… A child. A five year old child. Tears are shooting from the child’s eyes cartoon-like, little fountains, puddling on the floor in a manner unapproved by OSHA. And, at full volume: “I’m Not Tired!” * and don’t tell me if you don’t know who Rod Serling is or what he sounds […]