Proof.
Proof I am a failed parent. I thought I was a good mother. I thought I raised them well and right and good, and then this happens. I don’t even know where I went wrong.
Devastated.
I am devastated.
They are animals, all of them. Well, at least one of them. I don’t know who did this, but I have a pretty good idea.
How could he? Why? WHY?
There is a pot on my books.
They put a pot atop my BOOKS!
A POT . . . on my BOOKS!
This is photographic evidence of the day I earned my first Mother of the Year award. No wait, I think I had already been awarded two by the time this little munchkin mishap occurred.
I have a collection of them.
You’d think the kind stranger who snapped the photo for us would have said something. He didn’t. No worries, the chubby little troll sliding from his ride was unscathed.
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