It’s official. Our country is being managed by 3-year-olds.
From Motherhood is Not for Wimps:
“Jaelyn,” I said. “Did you hit Mary?”
She kept singing. I tapped my foot and looked at her.
“Noooo …” she finally sang. I raised an eyebrow.
“She hit me first!”
“Jaelyn.”
“WELL SHE WAS THINKING ABOUT IT!!” I would have laughed, but the notion of myself giggling naked in hotpants was enough to sober me right up.
“Congratulations,” I said instead, “you’ve mastered US foreign policy.”
