Happy Birthday, honey. Now hurry up and get home from work... your son is about to go into convulsions from the anticipation of getting to eat cake on a school night.
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Happy Birthday, honey. Now hurry up and get home from work... your son is about to go into convulsions from the anticipation of getting to eat cake on a school night.
During the day, I boss around men old enough to be my father. At home, I get bossed around by two boys who refuse to wear pants. It's all in a day's work.
Who's the Boss? Momma is, that's who.