So apparently, according to my teenage, and soon-to-be teenage offspring, their mother is generally weird, and does random things. Like dancing at a concert. And chatting to the stranger next to her. And taking selfies with both hands. Who does that? And she says random things. In general. Nice to see my kids both in mutual agreement over something.
And they haven’t even read their mother’s blog, or anything she writes in order to confirm their view. (And please may they never).
Yeah. Random. That would sum up their mother in one word, I would say.
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