Friday, September 28, 2012

Spirited child


Remember that trophy you got for soccer, mommy?
You think you can get me to play, no way.
I won’t get in the car or even try.
I’ll cry.
You can’t make me go to bed or eat my dinner.
You want me to get my trophy?
Here’s what it’ll say.
The World’s Greatest Brat!


Had a convo with a grandma that told me she was babysitting her grandchildren and they told her to f**k off when she said it was bedtime.  They are 7 and 6.  Aren't they darling?
Linking with G-Man for a Friday Flash 55

601.  Today, I'm glad I'm not a grandma yet
602.  Only 39 days until the election
603.  Can I say Friday!  (I know I've said this before)
604.  A husband that just GETS me
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