No matter what...
You can’t tame a want-away heart.
You should not and do not tell me things like that at this point in time. Things I do not want to hear. You do not break my heart, dreams and yes, fantasies like that. You had the good part of 3 months, even more. It hurts. A hell lot. As much as I know it’s only because you want to give the best to the best of your abilities. I love you for that and am grateful. But still, do not kill my...
They have the some of the coolest/cutest/unique-est/awesome-est stuff I’ve come across.
Esther: A kid had a little accident today. He had half his bowl of rice in his lap and the other on his shirt.
Me: Did you have to clean up after him?
Esther: No, I yelled at him to go clean up himself. I hate having to clean up after them when they have those little mess.
Me: Well, at least it wasn't in his pants and they're just little kids. It would be a whole different story if it was a guy if you know what I mean.
Esther: EWWW!! Get your mind out of the gutter. By little mess I meant those accidents little kids have like wetting their pants etc. I do not wanna imagine any other kinds of "little mess", especially those.
Me: Shit. I think I just ruined my own appetite.
At that time, I was eating raw squid with salmon roe.
Brat Combat 2.0
Lesley: You could always whip out wooden rules and be the tutor from hell..
Me: Nah, I think I'll either throttle them or I'll make them sit in an electric chair that shoots current down their backs.
Me: Or force them to listen to Rihanna non-stop.