PART2: Last night my son h.i.t me and I didn’t cry. This morning I got out the nice tablecloth, served breakfast like on special occasions, and when he came downstairs smiling he said, “So you finally learned your lesson”… until he saw who was waiting for him at my table.
“I didn’t hit her, it was just an argument that got a little loud,” Wyatt spat back. “I saw the mark on her face, Wyatt,” Harrison countered. “It was just …
PART2: Last night my son h.i.t me and I didn’t cry. This morning I got out the nice tablecloth, served breakfast like on special occasions, and when he came downstairs smiling he said, “So you finally learned your lesson”… until he saw who was waiting for him at my table. Read More