I am the problem.
Jack and I were in the car yesterday and he said to me, “Mom, when we get home, I want to show you something funny”. I said, “Jack, is it going to have something to do with your butt again? Why do you think that’s so funny?” He then said, “Mom, it’s ALWAYS about my butt and you ALWAYS laugh at least a little.”
See…I am the problem.
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