JohnJohn has hit THAT age. You know, the one where he has a lot of opinions but cannot yet speak English and so yells at me all day. This guy has a will of iron (which I will totally be grateful for some day).
Today, he decided he did not need shoes, a coat, or a seat belt. Boy was he miffed that I disagreed. I’m talking 32 minutes of miffed.
I had to get to the post office so I had to choose my battles (seat belt, yes. Boots and coat, no. Turned up the heat in the car to max).
So here is your word for today:
“That kid must be some kind of Big Mahoff to get away without wearing shoes or a coat.”