“Mom.” The 8yo is at my bedside early, fumbling with loose baseball pants.
“He said he would help me with my belt if I licked the dog,” he says, pointing at his 10yo brother in the hall. “Now he says he won’t help me because I have dog breath.”
“Mom.” The 8yo is at my bedside early, fumbling with loose baseball pants.
“He said he would help me with my belt if I licked the dog,” he says, pointing at his 10yo brother in the hall. “Now he says he won’t help me because I have dog breath.”
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