Age 12. Unfortunately relatable.
They walked through a gas station bathroom and now they’re standing on your rug.
They said they were full. Then you touched the fries and suddenly it became a custody case.
Her sweet angel just called your child stupid and stole his snack.
You bought one nice thing for yourself and they smelled it through two cabinets.
Your child came home sugared up, unbathed and holding a toy you specifically said no to.
The phone was dropped, stepped on, lost and somehow none of this was their fault.
They bring one bag of rolls and leave you with seventeen dirty plates.
Your kid needs to sell thirty candles to win a plastic object worth eighty cents.
