I stopped reading half way through. You baby your kids to much, when I was a kid when my parents made something you either ate it or went hungry. I learned most of the stuff I didnt want tasted good.
Because it's broken. I can't eat it because it's his. So I guess we're gonna have to put it in a raft, push it out to sea, and set it aflame using a flaming arrow Viking style. RIP Pringle. Enjoy Valhalla.
I stopped reading half way through. You baby your kids to much, when I was a kid when my parents made something you either ate it or went hungry. I learned most of the stuff I didnt want tasted good.