I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the roots, and still be afraid of spiders!
My 7 year old granddaughter Darby admitted calmly to her parents that Billy Brown had kissed her after class. My shocked daughter exclaimed in horror, "How did that happen?" "It wasn't easy," Darby admitted, "but three girls helped me catch him." . . . . . . Paul