As if to prove my point, I’ve had all out war with daughter number one over the heinous crime of asking her to empty the dishwasher
I suppose me and Mr Loopy should be glad that our gulag like conditions will ensure that they aren’t still living in our lovely house when they are forty.
There is a line in Edward Scissor hands that sums it all up about how daughters are nice until they get hormones. I used to love watching supernatural movies with possessed people in it, now all I have to do is go home