I am SUCH a b@*@&. I say that I am not judgmental, and I always pray that my children will not be judgmental. I want them to be nice to everyone, and never, ever feel they are better than anyone else.
Okay, so, here’s the story. Last night, Sassy got picked up by a friend. He was driving a beat-up red pick-up truck. He DID have all his teeth, even if they were a bit crooked, had what appeared to be a bit of a pimple problem and looked like he needed a shower.
My comment when she came home from “a quick bite”?
“I think you could do better than that.”
Sassy: “And I think YOU could have done better,” and with a flip of the hair, stormed off.
Touché. I need a drink.
