The writings and rantings of an overeducated, feminist stay-at-home parent who probably drinks too much, thinks too much, and doesn't get enough exercise.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
it's a dangerous place, the breakfast table
"Get me a fork!" four year-old Lola demands.
"Say please."
"Please.... or I'll whack you," followed by an evil chuckle.
1 comments:
then feed you to the fishes...
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