"Let me show you how to fix shit around the house so you don't have to hire a professional until it's to fuckin late"
type TV show.
So when he finally brought his dirty plate to have it washed it developed into a play fight at the sink. He wanted to wash it and I wanted him to give it to me so I could finish cleaning up and shit.
Well he took the dish towel from my shoulder and proceeded to whip me with it and I was screaming cause it kinda hurt. All the ruckus brought some little fuzzy children with speech impediments into the doorway of the kitchen. One in particular, Lucy, my sweet baby girl, had such a scared look on her face. She must have thought David was really hurting me cause she almost looked as if she was going to burst into tears. I will never forget that little face.
|This was while I was trying to calm her down|
After I sat with her in the living room and then took her out to find squirrels she was fine. But the look on her face was priceless. She was so cute.