Tavi's been making me feel real good lately.
That is not real.
He is making me feel inferior to my mother and unsuccessful in the man department.
A 5 year old should not make me wonder what I am doing wrong.
That is not real.
He is making me feel inferior to my mother and unsuccessful in the man department.
A 5 year old should not make me wonder what I am doing wrong.
Example 1:
Tavi knocks on the door with flowers.
Tavi: These are for her {meaning my mom}. They are not for you. They are always for her.
I wish someone would bring ME flowers.
Example 2:
Tavi: Wait, why aren't you a mommy? Where are your babies? Do you have a husband?
Me: Nope, I'm not a mommy and I'm not married.
Tavi: Well why don't you have a husband?
Me: I can't find one.
Tavi: Have you checked your church? I bet you could find a good husband at your church.
Yeah, it SOUNDS like a good plan. But it's not really worked these past few years.
Example 3:
Tavi: Are you sure you're not a mommy? Because you have poky legs and crazy hair like my mommy and Michee {Michee is what he calls my mom.}
Sorry I forgot to shave my legs, kid.
Geez.
This I've not been asked these sorts of questions...um...ever?
Oh 5 year olds.
But he's real cute.
This I've not been asked these sorts of questions...um...ever?
Oh 5 year olds.
But he's real cute.