Dear Reilly (or Aiden, or Bailey or Finn or...),
If you come, I promise I will not be this kind of mother to you. Even if and when you decide to be horribly rotten and I'd rather rip my own brain out of my skull than endure your rottenness for a minute longer. This is my solemn vow to you.
Love,
your mother to be
3 comments:
I think the duct tape thing actually looks kinda fun. But I'm still crossing my fingers for you.
Now that is ghetto.
oh my - I don't whether to laugh or be disgusted at that pic.
Disgust won out.
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