While we were driving home from preschool, she said it.
Her shoes were off, fruit snack on her leggings, staring out the window. Then came the bomb:
“Mom Lizzie says you’re the evil one. She’s the kind mom.”
While we were driving home from preschool, she said it.
Her shoes were off, fruit snack on her leggings, staring out the window. Then came the bomb:
“Mom Lizzie says you’re the evil one. She’s the kind mom.”