During dinner, The Kid informed me that we're all made for something very specific.
"I was made for giving monkeys confidence."
"You were made for having babies."
"The Man was made for... you!"
"The Baby was made for cuteness."
"Grandma was made for making costumes."
"And my dad was made for forgetting things."
I've no idea what that confident monkey thing is all about, and I'm pretty sure I was not made for making babies. But he certainly does have his dad down.
Revisiting the Bad Mother Manifesto
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