I couldn’t help but feel closer to my mom after watching this. Granted, I’m the unloved middle child of my family and my mom would surely sacrifice me to ISIS to spare my other brothers, but she would never drop me like a sack of potatoes for a few fucking tulips. So there’s that. Love you mom.
But I think this is a testament to women’s obsession with flowers. Chicks love flowers. You cheat on your girlfriend with her sister? Buy her a $9.99 bouquet of lilacs from the grocery store and she’ll be apologizing to you.
What would men drop their child on a hardwood floor for? I’d probably do it for $5. Tough love, baby. Quit your bitchin’, shake it off and get back in the huddle will be my parenting style. My dad’s always telling me how he dropped me on my head a few times as a baby and look how I turned out: a 28-year-old alcoholic who live paycheck-to-paycheck and doesn’t own a suit. Killing it. Thanks dad.