When i was a kid my mom and i had a code word to let her know when i needed her to say no. For instance if a kid at school asked me to come over and stay the night but i really didnt want to, id call my mama and ask her, and then end it with “please, Mom?” I never call my mama Mom, just Mama or Moomoo, so she would know immediately to say that I was grounded or had too much homework or some other bullshit. We also had a system the other way around, so if i called her to see how her date was going and she needed an out, she would call me babydoll and id tell her i heard scary noises and was frightened and needed her to come home or something.
Anyways, my point is that every family should hqve a system of codes to keep them safe. Go do that.Dude. Family life on point.
Once again, parenting goals.
He’s the boy who’s smaller than me, who lost his mother at a young age, who I can’t help doting on, the boy I took for granted would always be by my side. I’m such an idiot…
Tonight I was lucky enough to be on Virgin Atlantic’s only ‘Secret Santa’ flight. As we walked onto the plane, they handed everybody Microsoft Linx tablets. All the flight attendants were dressed like elves and the cabin was decorated in colorful lights. Throughout the flight, we tracked Santa’s sleigh in the sky with us, chatted with Santa on the tablet, got lots of Christmas treats (including alcohol), and finally, the pilot announced that Santa was visiting us. Santa parked his reindeer on the wings and visited everyone on the plane, and he told everyone the tablets were gifts for us to keep.
I was a sick, feverish grump all day, but this was an incredible experience. Everyone was happy and Christmasy and excited for the entire 7 hour flight from London to Boston. By far the loveliest plane ride I’ve ever been on.
A friend didn’t want to lose Franklin as he walked around the house
All I wanted was for you to be happy.
