My younger daughter was being a brat the other evening and turned the light out on me when I was working on something. As she left the room with a guffaw, she whacked into the table.
Me: Karma.
T: I hate karma. Except when it hits my sister.
My younger daughter was being a brat the other evening and turned the light out on me when I was working on something. As she left the room with a guffaw, she whacked into the table.
Me: Karma.
T: I hate karma. Except when it hits my sister.