The sucktastic part of a week long vacation has set in: helping my 8-yr old muscle through his make-up work. Tonight thus far we've had "I wish I've never been born" exclaimed aloud. Sigh.
My six year old has the sass like whoa. She cut her damn hair again last night (third time in six years! woo!) and then had the nerve to tell me it was because I never take her for a hair cut.
Nope. That is 100% false, kid. Your ass hasn't gotten a hair cut recently because you scream the second a brush comes near your head. I felt like a scissors might be detrimental to my mental health.