your pants on, I’m a human not a puppet”.
Are all things I’ve said to the kids today. I wouldn’t mind so much if they weren’t 13 and 19.
So precisely when does the ridiculous statements toward your kids period end? And I speak as someone who’s mother confiscated her unicycle at the age of 31 informing me “you’re 7 months pregnant, you look like a speeding weeble and I really don’t care that you’ve ‘nearly mastered corners’ FGS CHILD” whilst ramming it in the boot of her car.