I see lights and sirens in my future accompanied by frumpy Department of Family Services workers pounding at the front door of the Harry Potter House.
Garage cleaning afforded me some new finds. They were old, but had been stored so long they were new.
Bug has been sassy and toting quite the attitude. It is irritating my every last nerve. She happened upon my boxing gloves and pads and did the inevitable. Yes, she challenged her mother.
My response: "So you think you can take me?"
She smiled a big smile and said, "Bring it."
I am going to jail.
We proceeded to "BRING IT" and she lost. She did, however, get one good swing into my crotch.Do you know how much it hurts to get hit in the vagina?
I returned fire, cringing and wincing the entire time, hunched over with squeezed thighs.
After it was all said in done, I pummeled the little monster. I felt good about it. No regrets. Mommy gave an ass whoop down on the kid. It made me powerful.
She agreed that now she might need boxing lessons as well as some martial arts and informed me I need to go a quarter speed.
No mercy for the kid. This is life. Do you think we are going to do it at half speed?
About those marks?
Yes, we both had them. ON OUR HEADS.
Yeah. I look EXACTLY like this woman only blond.
I know what you are thinking-What the hell is she thinking? What the hell is she doing? Has she lost her mind?
It's a new parenting method.
Just try and bring the PoPo to my house. Do it.