Chapter 23 Get Your Drunk Rear-end To Bed
- “I don’t wanna put clothes on. The clothes you have for me are too small,” he whines while wrapping the towel around his waist.
- I don’t remember the last time heard him whine, I think we were still in elementary school. He whined to my mom about not needing a bath. She tutted him and made him climb in the bathtub with me. We were maybe six or seven at the time.