“Mom, I’m hungry!”
“Mom, Connor took my book!”
“Mom, I can’t find my homework.”
“Mom, can you fix my ponytail!”
Mildred sighed. Where was that good-for-nothing husband, father to all of these children? She didn’t know what to do. Last count there were 9 of them and they all needed her attention all the time. It was more than an old lady could take.
She slowly stirred the large soup pot on the stove and dreamed of peace and quiet. She didn’t know what Children’s Services meant by discipline. A good swat never hurt any of them. It wouldn’t hurt to have a bigger shoe, either.
photo credit: C.E. Ayr
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