I won’t say that we had a kid for the tax benefits...but I also won’t say that I’m sad about getting those tax benefits.
Let's just get this out of the way. I still live with my parents. But I'm like 87% potty trained.
You can try to set me all you want, but I’m going to go off whenever I damn well please.
Friendly reminder: no matter how much mischief I cause, or trouble I get into, it's because I share your DNA and learned everything I know from watching you. Love ya!
Don't forget the matching shirt for Dad.
My parents may be bigger, but we all know who really runs things around here. Don't believe me? Rendezvous at my crib around 2(am) if you want some flavor in your ear.