I wish someone would force me to clean my plate, shove me into a nice, warm bath, jam me into a sleeper with feet and demand that I go to bed early.
A child’s curse: by the time they realize they have it made, they have kids of their own.
I wish someone would force me to clean my plate, shove me into a nice, warm bath, jam me into a sleeper with feet and demand that I go to bed early.
A child’s curse: by the time they realize they have it made, they have kids of their own.