Apparently making her stop playing to get ready for bed (15 minutes past the normal time I might add) is worth loathing of the highest degree.
Threenagers.
Sorry, this comment read really weird the first time I saw it, like you were accusing the poster of hitting kids with belts or something, but then I came back later and totally realized you were probably making a joke about the way they phrased the title. My bad
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I don’t hit my kids with a belt.
Wtf?
Huh?
Sorry, this comment read really weird the first time I saw it, like you were accusing the poster of hitting kids with belts or something, but then I came back later and totally realized you were probably making a joke about the way they phrased the title. My bad
You were mostly right the first time. I did a lot of drugs today. Edit: I also hit my kids with nothing at all.
What do you hit them with?
Each other. Two birds, one kid and all that
Edit: That’s uh… A bit faster than it was before linking it. 🤔
Oh god, dad was raging about my little boxer and his giant Doberman being assholes one day, “I’ll take the little one and beat the big one with her!”
Still laughing about that 25-years later. Thanks for bringing that up!
EDIT: Just dropped my kids back to their mom, but this quote would work perfectly with the 10-yo and 12-yo…