Josh: “Mom, how many more bites do I have to eat?”
Me: “I don’t know… 5 or 6 more at least….”
Him: “Ummm….maybe 10.”
Me: “10 sounds great.”
Sorry Lins, his negotiating skills are a giant disappointment, so far.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
