Cucumbers Steeped In Hatred.



I just…I can’t…I don’t know…Jesus, someone help me out here…

The conversation went something like this…

X: “Hey, Mom, can we get some ‘sweet midgets’?”

Me: (whipping around) “WHAT did you just say to me!?”

X: “Sweet midgets.”

Me: (sputtering) “You don’t EVER use that word!”

X: (pointing at the jar)

Me: (dying small death…mentally calling an anti-bullying league…whipping out camera in guilty mixture of “This is horrifying and it must be stopped,” and “So…many…Tyrion Lannister remarks…”)

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