December 14, 2007
Today I went visiting teaching with the kids. Forrest was acting a little rowdy so I had him sit on the couch next to me and told him when he was a good boy he could get down and play. After a couple of minutes he leaned over and asked me,"Mom, when am I going to be a good boy? I really want to go play now." Poor kid I am giving him a complex. Good thing I am not running for Mother of the Year Award.
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