I jsut sent Jet to his room for a time out just a few minutes ago. This whole evening he has been a little jerk to me and then he started ripping up my drawings.
As of this very moment he is playing a harmonica. He can't really carry a tune but he's fluking in to some long, sorrowful notes.
I am laughing...but I also feel like a monster of some kind.
As of this very moment he is playing a harmonica. He can't really carry a tune but he's fluking in to some long, sorrowful notes.
I am laughing...but I also feel like a monster of some kind.