Another Barroom, I Mean Dedbroom Brawl
Welcome to My World, expressions of a drama queen, the kids (3)
I love how much my children love me. The depth of their affection is truly touching, even at 3:24 am. That’s what time Drama Queen and Princess began last night’s barroom, I mean, dedbroom, I mean bedroom brawl. Yes. 3.2.4.A.M.!
The scenario is typical. Drama Queen, sufficiently sobered up from her nighttime shake of organic milk and Ovaltine, decides that she is going to squeeze her cutie little pamper-garbed-culotto in right between her older sister and Mama. Apparently, I’m a hot commodity at the moment, since “I want MY Mama” is constantly on her lips even in this half-slumbering state. ...