In Court, They Lost More Than the Case
Every day, my son and husband finish all the house chores before I even get home.
But only because they're bringing my husband's first love, Sally Sullivan, back for Thanksgiving, I pour boiling water on my son's face. I also kick both my son and husband out when it's 104°F outside.
Desperate to save our son, my husband sprawls across the front porch, begging me to open the door.
"Wanda, open the door! We need to save our son! I only invited Sally over because she saved you once back then. I didn't mean anything else by it!"
"Mom, it hurts!" my son cries. "Mom, can't you kiss me? Mom…"
Meanwhile, I'm slouching on the couch, snacking away as I watch TV.
In the end, my husband can't take it anymore and brings me to the Bad Mom Court for trial.
The moment my memories are extracted, the entire court bursts into tears.