After a random (normal) conversation with my 7-year old that invigorated my angst, I responded.
Me: "Bullshit."
Myles: "MOM, you're not supposed to say that!"
Me: "Sometimes it's warranted. I'm an adult. I can do whatever I want."
Myles: "Can you bake cookies in your car?"
Touche.
(With an accent over the "e", which I swear this blogspot will NOT allow me to do. That's just bullshit if you ask me.)
I want to hang out with Myles! that was fantastic :)
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