We're raising a very polite criminal. My husband was laying in the couch when the fruit of his loins ran up and jumped on him causing cash to fall out of his pocket. She grabbed a dollar and then tried to grab more before he got it put back. As she was running away, she screamed, "hank you, dad!!" She just robbed the bank and then thanked him for his cooperation on her way out as if he had a choice in the matter. At least the pint-sized hoodlum had manners. You win some, you lose some and by some, I mean dollar bills. 🤷🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️
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