Last night my son h!t me and I didn’t cry. This morning I got out the nice tablecloth, served breakfast like on special occasions, and when he came downstairs smiling he said, “So you finally learned your lesson”… until he saw who was waiting for him at my table
Last night my son hit me, and I didn’t cry. This morning, I brought out the good tablecloth, prepared breakfast as if it were a celebration, and when he came…








