Friday, June 25, 2010

a little spill

‎'momma...I dripped just a tiny lil bit of your nail polish on the living room floor. What are you going to say to me when you see it?' was the whole bottle. And now I'm covered in it.

And then he always analyzes the problem.  "I'm sorry.  It was a mistake.  It was my fault. But I didn't mean to...Right?"

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