Love is…when my dad gives me dollars.”
So apparently, I’m a total grumpy butt and my husband has been paying off the children to like him.
I laughed, of course, when I read the poem at his school yesterday. But the more I thought about it, the more depressed I got. I mean, I know that I have to play the bad guy most of the time. I’m the one constantly saying things like, “Stop it”, “Get of the Wii”, “Eat your fruit”, “Your room’s a mess”, “Don’t hit your brother”, “Hurry up”, “You’re driving me nuts”, etc., etc.
Which is why I’m now reading this book…