"Mom! Mom1 You've gotta help: they're cooking kids in the school cafeteria!"
"Listen, kids: you're eight and ten years old now. I can't be fighting all your battles for you."
"But Mom—"
"No buts! You march right back to that school, look them straight in the eye, and say "Don't eat me!"
"Listen, kids: you're eight and ten years old now. I can't be fighting all your battles for you."
"But Mom—"
"No buts! You march right back to that school, look them straight in the eye, and say "Don't eat me!"
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