There is an inappropriateness in my home that causes some – not many – but some, to clutch their pearls and gossip about how they’d never let their children come over. Have you seen how inappropriate it is?!
That’s okay. I’m not really sure I want those sorts of kids in my house anyway.
Or … maybe they’re the kids that need to be here.
Anyhoo, I digress. It’s not that I may or may not have the occasional glass of wine when Other People’s Children are over, or that sometimes they, along with my own offspring, have to fend for themselves at evening meal time (it happened once –