My Kid, My Wingman.

I used to have game.
But now, when random dudes approach me, I have a five year old who says shit like,

“you’re talking to my mom right now. She’s weird. Did you know that? She makes me blow my snot into tissues like some kind of ANIMAL.”

Best. Deterrant. Ever?

My Kid, My Wingman.

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