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PARENTING HUMOR
Our Mother-Daughter Locker Room Chat Unsettled the Public
I wasn’t thrilled about it either
“Can I have chocolate when we get home?” My three-year-old daughter asked as I rewrapped the pink unicorn towel around her body.
“You need to keep hold of the towel,” I replied. “We don’t have any chocolate.”
That I’m willing to part with.
“Ohh, but I need a treat for kicking,” she whined, dropping the towel again.
“What are you talking about? Kicking in the swimming pool?” I asked as I snatched up the towel and began patting her dry.
She sighed. “Yes, I kicked in the water and now I can have some chocolate.”
The reward for kicking is not drowning.
“You can have a sticker, and we’ll have some strawberries with lunch,” I replied.
“I don’t want a sticker,” she said as she stamped her foot.
Guess you’re fucked then.
Noticing her bottom lip protruding, I quickly pulled her clothes from the gym bag in the hopes of getting us both dressed before she went full asshole.
Click.
