Tag: please don’t grow up to work at the cheetah

Baby, Growing up

“summer clearance” is supposed to mean a bargain, not my daughter’s stage name

I’m worried my little girl wants to be stripper.  Every day, I crawl across 9 miles of middle fingers and ineptitude (usually 45-60 minutes), pull into the garage, carry my laptop and “homework” upstairs, open the door, and walk in to find bare girl parts. Sometimes, they’re complemented with the […]

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