My daughter came home last night, holding hands with some guy.
“Mom, Dad, this is my new friend Taylor,” she said.
Gladdened, I replied, “Very good, honey.” Then I turned to my wife. “Go get the torn clothes in the wardrobe.”
My daughter came home last night, holding hands with some guy.
“Mom, Dad, this is my new friend Taylor,” she said.
Gladdened, I replied, “Very good, honey.” Then I turned to my wife. “Go get the torn clothes in the wardrobe.”