Proud parent of a great kid, who is sometimes a bastard, but that’s okay

Deep down, we're all bloody blastard bitches

My birth mother who did not raise me one day was yelling me before I left home for what turned out to be for good called me a Son of a Bitch. I pointed at her and it dawned on I think for the first tim) the meaning. She then proceeded to call me a bastard to which I replied timing does support that at which she became unglued.

Pushing the boundaries it's you're they learn and grow ... How old?

lol Sounds like most kids 🤗

Proud parent is what counts!

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