In a previous post, an outing involving a nerve-wracking attempt at the American dream was chronicled.
An hour worth of shot produced this ‘masterpiece‘:
It also produced various other attempts which were duplicated and bound for posterity.
Or the grandparents.
I shall bring them out on each child’s first date.
Because I am evil.
Because I am Mom.
Because they almost made me cry.
And because walls of shame are funny if it’s not me.
… and this lovely tidbit…
This shall NOT be happening again until my 4th child is in 1st grade.
No, I am not pregnant.