I've outsmarted Kat's ass all these years, her ringers aren't going to get anything over on me. So far I've been lucky, they're all good kids - and then there's the little one.
I eyed the backseat to make sure Hitler's youth wasn't doing some s**t back there that she wasn't supposed to, before turning my attention back to my firstborn.
"How's school going?" I addressed the question to both of them. Caitlin just shrugged but the terror in the back had a lot to say.
She had a tale for every damn day of the week. "They're gonna put you away the next time you get caught doing that fuc - I mean stuff in their lab."
I should be so damn lucky. f*****g kid is worst now that she has all these new uncles and aunts to spoil her demented ass.
At least once a week there's a Fed Ex truck in my driv
