It snowed. We don't get snow a lot around here. Main roads aren't bad but the kids are out of school/preschool because the back roads suck.
So my friend G called and asked if I could watch his two kids Luna (4) and Atom (2) while he took care of some things out and about and sure, I had no problem. The kids and I get along like peanut butter and jelly.
So I get to his place, bundle them up and we walk out to the park to play in the snow. We had fun. We were having fun. Till some lady grabs Luna's hand and asks "Is that your daddy? Do you know that man?"
I tried to be calm and polite but my fingernails were in the palms of my hands. Of course Luna was all like "That's my daddy's friend he's watching us while daddy gets work done." But nonetheless, I'm ready to punch some faces right now.
These dangly parts between my legs mean I'm immoral and untrustworthy, right? Right?
Who wants to fight?
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