When one of my girls turned three

I sang to her "hip hip hooray, you've turned three today, and you're eating trifle, eating trifle".

She looked at me with the kind of pure and unadulterated contempt that has only returned since she became a teenager.

I don't help matters by walking into a room full of her and her mates and saying "omg that's totes on fleek, don't throw shade on my bae" and walking out again.

Posted By: Old Man, Jun 2, 10:51:21