PinkGirl: “Mom, I don’t think I’m going to want any more gum.”
Me: “Why not?”
ewwwwww. a roach. Was it death by bubble gum? Or did he just get trapped in the container and starve to death?
And does PinkGirl throw it out? of course not.
Once again the lyrics of “I’m a Mom” come into play: “I’m a mediator, exterminator . . . ”
Is it a coincident that my pest control guy called TODAY to set up an appointment for our annual service?
(I looked, but there just wasn’t an applicable post tag for this one.)