Age 12. Unfortunately relatable.
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.
Her sweet angel just called your child stupid and stole his snack.
They said they were full. Then you touched the fries and suddenly it became a custody case.
They walked through a gas station bathroom and now they’re standing on your rug.
Your kid needs to sell thirty candles to win a plastic object worth eighty cents.
The tag is still on and you have somewhere to be in twelve minutes.
They bring one bag of rolls and leave you with seventeen dirty plates.
