This morning I was, yet again, obliged to pronounce that "there is no use crying over spilt milk" when Dorian was covered in spilt milk from his cereal bowl and was, of course, crying.
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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