I'm talking about this word parenting, of which
I know nothing. Even though my lower
half has been used as a channel tunnel for 3 new arrivels...I still know
nothing. Yes, I've had three, count those stretch marks. Even the word Parent
fills me with fear and loathing...I remember when I'd hear, "Wait until
your parents find out, boy is your bottom going to be whipped…" No, not my
parents. Please here take my fingernails, I'll tweek them out myself, just don't
tell my parents.