Monday
v. bad mother
This morning, my 7 year old, Elliot was going on and on about this coffee shop he wants to open. He was telling me all about the coffee and tea and donuts that would be available at Chez Elliot, and then he says, "But don't worry Mommy. I'll have plenty of beer and wine, and maybe some martinis for you there."
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I know how that goes. I've seen my daughter play bartender. Not with alcoholic drinks, but water, cokes, and such. Once I really got worried when she was giving out rubber bands to put on your wrist to signify if you could drink or not.
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