“Matt, take Alaska and go watch TV or something.” I wave my youngest son out of the room.
Y/N and I were going to have a talk with our two oldest, Johnny and Katie.
They were good kids, I wasn’t going to lie. They had their share of mistakes, but nothing had gotten out of hand.
Yet.
Which is why we were going to talk to them.
“So Johnny, your dad told me what you were doing. We just want you to know that we aren’t mad, just disappointed that you chose to smoke. Your dad admits that he is bad influence, and we’d just prefer if you were going to smoke, you’d wait till your 18… Dally,...
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