It turns out there is a genetic component to bad parenting. That’s right, I inherited my bad parenting skills from my own parents!
Here’s the story: A few days ago, my parents sent each of my kids a Valentine’s Day card. How nice. Except that Will’s card was scandalous! And disgusting.
Here is the front:
When you open it, you read “It’s just filled with Gas!” as a giant rip-roarin’ toot bellows from the card!
That’s right! Will’s bad grandparents sent him a card that TOOTS! Which he LOVED, LOVED, LOVED.
Now I know where I get all my bad parenting moves from. Thanks, Mom and Dad!
