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The boy hesitated, his smirk faltering. He looked at his friends, then back at me. He saw something in my eyes—maybe the look of a man who had dealt with a brat for three days and had absolutely zero tolerance for nonsense.
A female brat is, by nature, an agent of chaos. She will not let you sit in a lounge chair for six hours. She will poke you. She will complain that the pool water is "too wet." She will start a philosophical debate about whether a hot dog is a sandwich just to see you sweat. summer vacation with a female brat better
Instead of 6:00 AM hikes, think 2:00 PM breakfasts. The boy hesitated, his smirk faltering
The boy hesitated, his smirk faltering. He looked at his friends, then back at me. He saw something in my eyes—maybe the look of a man who had dealt with a brat for three days and had absolutely zero tolerance for nonsense.
A female brat is, by nature, an agent of chaos. She will not let you sit in a lounge chair for six hours. She will poke you. She will complain that the pool water is "too wet." She will start a philosophical debate about whether a hot dog is a sandwich just to see you sweat.
Instead of 6:00 AM hikes, think 2:00 PM breakfasts.