The Max called 911 this weekend. I received a follow up call informing me that the police department was en route to my home to see why we were in the midst of an emergency. Punishment ensued.
The Max ate half a jar of peanut butter or more last night. What followed was a whole lot of puking. Eeeew! No need to punish this, I assume the gut rot did it for him.
The Max’s mom found a display at The Limited clothing store that begged to be abused. These photos should tell the story.
Yeah, so I knocked the straw out. Would not have been too big a deal, but there was an employee just behind that cloud backdrop coming to see what I was doing. I saw her, freaked, and ran away like a little kid who’d just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. I did not get punished for this…