Okay, so it’s possible I don’t like her child.
That friend who’s been a friend for as long as I can remember, the one who dried my tears after break ups and sad movies, the friend who knew my fiancé and I were engaged before we really were…that friend’s kid drives me crazy.
In fact, my friend, as the mother of the child who drives me nuts, annoys me insanely as a mom.
Play dates are awkward because of our children. We see everything differently. Our way of mothering…
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