Dear Reagan,
If you're going to run to me screaming, with tears even, about a big spider, implying that you want me to "get rid of it" .. like I'm the mob or something ... Please, after the hit, don't tell me I made it die and flushed it down the potty and now it misses it's family. That kinda makes me feel bad.
Sincerely,
Mama.
4 comments:
Tee Hee Hee Is all that I can say!!
hee hee hee
good one.
sounds very typical of my own 5 year old.
Ha ha, I love that!!!
BIG MEAN MAMA
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