My poor son, riding around in the awful Whole Food, munching on a bit of hateful broccoli, while trapped inside a bulky, uncomfortable winter coat.
It’s as if my wife is trying to raise the antithesis of me.
My poor son, riding around in the awful Whole Food, munching on a bit of hateful broccoli, while trapped inside a bulky, uncomfortable winter coat.
It’s as if my wife is trying to raise the antithesis of me.
