Milkshake the disease
So the Kid stayed home AGAIN from school and I turned to the only person I know who could take care of him. The O to the G. I gave her very specific instructions, because lord knows the woman does as she pleases. There's no way things could go wrong, am I right? Am I right??
Jenn: "Hi, I'm home! Hi...wait...why is he eating...BUTTER?"
O.G.: "Cause he asked me for it."
Jenn: "Does this paper not say, "NO DAIRY"??
O.G.: "Oh. I don't know what dairy is."
Jenn: "Liar. It's anything that comes from a cow for Christ's sake!"
O.G.: "Oh. Yeah. Riiight."
Later, I looked up and saw the Kid riding by my bedroom door on a tricycle. Yeah, I'd say he's perfectly fine now. I'm sure she would attribute it to the butter. The woman does what she wants and loves to lie about it. I need to get a nanny-cam up in this mutha.