Well, Duh, Mom.

Me: “Um, Tiller, what happened to the skirt you were wearing?” She was wearing a pair of jeans. Tiller: “I didn’t want to wear it anymore.” Me [wary of possible hazmat incident]: “Why not?” Tiller [matter of factly]: “Because I was going to be a koala bear and my legs would get hurt.” Oh, of […]

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