However this year, I am confident that I've got the trophy in the bag.

And guess what, I'm not even going to write a big letter to plead my worth. Nope, this picture is more than enough application for me:

Yup, I sat my sweet Lana on the lap of a strange and hairy-armed Santa Claus in Wal-Mart and despite her passionate protests, insisted she stay there until a picture had been snapped. And I think it's awesome. Surely one of those two things makes me Mother of the Year.
Oh yeah.
Mother. Of. The. Year.
1 comment:
It had to be done. I would still vote for you for Mother. Of. The. Year.
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