He was caught at the scene of the crime trying to flush all evidence of Scott.
He denied all involvement, but it was clear that he was on something at the time.
Scott was everywhere, tousled around carelessly like freshly curled hair
I’ve never seen anything like this before. Clearly there was no remorse.
But…..We took him to trial…The glove didn’t fit, so we had to acquit.
(Scott tissue will be in our prays.)
Here it is:
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I don’t know anything about being a parent to a child with down syndrome. I can’t tell you about parenting: a son with a lazy eye, a daughter with my sarcasm or a son who is an open nerve. BUT…..I do know…..
Beyond food, shelter and clothing, children need love, understanding, patience and guidance. It’s a parent’s job to help their children reach their full potential. Whatever that may be.
Okay Chicken….I’m no egg expert, but I’m pretty sure this is crazy big. Are you doing steroids? What are you hiding? What’s happening in that barn? And don’t even think of playing games with me!
Hey mommy. No. Everything’s fine here. The train? Don’t worry about that. The chicken and me are gonna play a little game on the tracks.
Don’t even think of clucking at my mommy when she walks away. We can always have chicken soup tonight. Have I made myself clear?
Did you miss me? I’ve been gone awhile. Just like with most stuff, it’s mommy’s fault. Maybe daddy’s fault too. I don’t know. It’s not mine. Do you want to hear all about my adventures? Okay….First…
Oh Shitake Mushroom…..Mommy is making me go to school. Guess you don’t get to hear my stories now. See what I mean. Not my fault!
A Dose of Justice (...courtesy of my crazy mom) 