August 9, 2020
Brandon rocked towards his left, hands reaching out to grab at one of the chair legs, hoping it helps him roll over onto his stomach. Aunt Brenda just laughed at him, saying that he looked like a turtle flipped over on its shell with the way he was rocking back and forth. He wanted to sass her back so bad, but his mouth is partly why he was in trouble now, so he kept it shut. His inability to listen also got him in hot water, and now here he was in a pair of spreader pants that kept him […]