I’m sorry, what? It’s one thing to relay the “zany” things your kid says on facebook, but it is quite another to relay the zany things your kid says about his dentist fondling him. It’s even worse than this.
I just hope for your sake this isn’t like the time I told my parents that my ballet teacher was drinking in the back room and sending the class down the street for candy. ‘Cause that was true. It took 6 months of telling my mom plus her accidental run-in with my teacher’s “costume closet” AKA wine cellar for her to believe me, but I knew what I was talking about. You don’t want to end up in a “Joey’s Tailor” situation.
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