…I’m pretty sure Miss Bear would wind up as a working girl on an oil rig if she were raised by single-father Mr. Snark.
An errand took me out of the house this morning. I returned to Miss Bear eating a huge pile of French Fries.
My hands flew into the air and my voice followed. “French fries for breakfast!”
“Yeah!” Miss Bear smirked. Her precious little mouth had a red smear of ketchup which streaked her cheek.
Turning to Mr. Snark, I repeated, “French fries for breakfast!”
Mr. Snark: “She asked for them.”
“That doesn’t mean we give them to her! What were you thinking?”
Mr. Snark: “She wanted Oreos but I said no.”
“That’s your defense?”