Love Labor's Lost

volumes of mis-adventures

Kisses, but misses.

Rolling down the window, my finger slips and the glass stops only a quarter of the way down. Boy leans in and bashes mouth, nose and teeth on glass. Clank. Ouch.

“I thought it opened, but obviously it didn’t”…kindred spirits. Who knew?

 

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