Mama, you have yucky friends.

What with it being the festive season and all, I find myself going for after work drinks with colleagues more and more which means the boys have to collect me . . .

Inevitably they join a table of rowdy chicks who all want to eat Thomas up and he becomes a shrinking violet of note.

Today he told me that he doesn’t want to come to “your work anymore. Because your friends are yucky. They just want to look at me!”



7 thoughts on “Mama, you have yucky friends.

  1. rochelle.barrish

    Yup – girls are a bit of a gril at the moment. I’m not allowed to go to the loo with him anymore. Only daddy. Girls are not allowed. 😦


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