By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
When I got home Mommy seemed in a flurry. She demanded to know where I had been and why I had juice box stains on my shirt. Looking down, I didn’t even know I had made a mess but there on my shirt was a big purple, wet spot. Oops. She started tugging my shirt over my head and shoving down my pants.
Mommy helps get me ready for Daddy sometimes. I don’t know why this time she seemed so rushed. She shoved me into the shower and roughly scrubbed at my hair. All the while scolding me for being late. I hadn’t known I was late, I didn’t know what she meant but she was so flustered I didn’t speak back.