I often joke that I am the world’s worst mother. There are a million reasons why.
I don’t share my sweets and hide the biscuits in places nobody else will find them.
I steal their shower gel and perfumes.
I got caught skiving THEM off school, by the headmistress. I called in sick for them and then we all got caught at …
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