This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
The adventures of parenting two beautiful, sweet, crazy little
assholes
boys.
Friday, 19 February 2016
My wordsmith
Sam was writing a 'book'.
S: I'm going to be the illustrator.
Me: Are you going to be the writer AND the illustrator?
S: What's a writer?
Me: The person who writes the story.
S: Oh. You mean the author.
I got schooled.
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