I love my mother but, dear Lord, that woman can be a total looney.
Because wrestling a pig in a puddle of mud does not sound like fun to me.
I am the parental equivalent of the black jelly bean.
My cousin who normally provides childcare for Marlo during the day is out of town this week, and since I am also traveling from one coast to the other my mother stepped in to take the kids for a few days.
I’ll give you one guess as to who bought her this monstrous outfit. Yes, that woman who directed the church choir for 80 years. HER.