I come in the evening to put my 5-year-old daughter to sleep, I notice her crumbs in bed I ask horribly:
Eat in bed!? to
My father allowed me, but he asked me not to speak. Don’t tell him what I told you.
I come to my husband, blaspheme him for allowing the cookies on the blanket and say:
- Just don't tell Olle, I promised her not to tell you that she betrayed you.
We have a strange family.