Every afternoon we follow the same routine: I hear the school bus and then invite my Sasha to go and greet my son. Yesterday she refused, just looked sheepish and buried her head. So I went out alone, only to be told my son was not on the bus. (the driver was worried because he had tried to find the brat- he was OK, just playing with friends)
How did Sasha know? Has anyone had similar experiences?
Sasha's mum, Michelle
How did Sasha know? Has anyone had similar experiences?
Sasha's mum, Michelle