Gave my kid one of his fav ice creams yesterday cause i had to extremely stretch his bed time, all for his pleasure, kiddy party etc It was great.
Long walk home.
inside the ice cream is a stick
the stick is made of chewing gum.
This morning my Beloved Fornication partner comes in and says he has Chewing gum SERIOUSLY stuck in his hair
& WTF is my kid doing with chewing gum when he goes to sleep?
I inspect the damage,
it is like serious gaddawnm damage.
I prophesied his future, either;
a: His head would be eaten alive by all the kids in the kindergarten, and worshiped as the kid with the hair made of sweets. :ihavetheshine:
b: Trauma, Bullying, snd in the end a life as a burger flipper (cause they wear hats).
She comes in with scissors and a comb, as if on a mission instincted upon her from her post grandmoms trauma inflicting solutions.
This is way too much text for lounge to handle, must kill the drama here.