“My door broke. When’s lunch?”
I don’t impose. I don’t assume. I ask if I don’t know.
From a rebel without a cause to the father on a Nick Jr. sitcom…
There’s no shame in the things that make us who we are.
It doesn’t mean I let her do anything she wants. In fact, it’s the opposite.
My boy is happy. He expresses it every day.
The only thing you can really say is “bless you”.
It had little do with the content of the tale. It was all about the delivery.
“I get it. You’re upset because you have the hot dad.”
If this was really Medieval Times, the dragon would have been afraid to come near us.