When my daughter moved, she put my husband in charge of watching me. Yeah–watching me. That’s how she said it, too.
“When I’m gone, you’re in charge of watching Mom, Dad. You have to keep her from hurting herself.”
I’m protesting, but I could as well be 4 years old for all the mind being paid. If it wasn’t so funny, I could be offended I’ve just been assigned a babysitter. Continue reading Captain Safety is My New Babysitter