by Tiger Lilly
TL: Mom, am I adopted?
RM: Yes.
MD: See? Toldja.
When I was little, MD always told me I was adopted. Mom would come home from work, and I would immediately run up to her and ask if I was adopted, which she would instantly disprove while giving the hairy eyeball to MD. Until just recently, that is… the truth comes out!
Ciao for now.
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I told my parents I had to be adopted. They wouldn’t believe me.
Both of my children decided I was adopted (by them, apparently). How does that work exactly?