Yesterday, I called my accountant to find out that I owe the IRS money. AGAIN. I was sure I was going to get a return this year. Not so.
Then, I rushed to pick up LPP from daycare. The first words out of his mouth, after, "Hi, Mommy," were, "I played with a gun today." Fine, it was a toy gun, but still. Who wants to hear those words coming out of their child's mouth, at any age? Who had a toy gun at daycare?
Then, I took LPP to the playground to tire his gun-toting little self out. A girl, about 14 years old, saw me pushing LPP in the swing and asked me, "Is he your grandson?" MY GRANDSON?!?!?
How was your day?
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