That's what I'd say if I were a good little French soccer mom. Instead, I'm an okay medium-sized American mother who happens to take her child to soccer because he asked her to and it only costs $15 for 8 weeks. (Let's pretend I didn't spend the morning having the oil changed in my minivan and buying soccer socks to help hold up the shinguards on his scrawny little legs.)
When your spouse takes a business trip, how do you feel?
Your 7 year old rides the bus home daily amidst swearing Kindergarteners, violent 1st graders, and various other delinquents squeezed in 3 to a seat. Your response?
Which would you least like to see on a beverage label?
When a child cusses, it is:
What is your favorite word for underwear?
Just how inappropriate is it that my 2 year old now refers to me almost exclusively as "Hott Mama"?
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