My four year old threw one of her sister’s nappies at me tonight.
Thankfully it was a fresh one, straight from the box. Not a fully loaded one. 425 more words
Our formative years at highschool often provide us with the first chance we have at pursuing an often ill fated romance. From the age of about thirteen many of my conversations, whispered at sleepovers in the early morning, began with the words “so…who you lovin’?” … 659 more words