January Jones with her son Xander in Pasadena, CA. (September 25, 2013) -Photo: Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFphoto, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN
“It’s starting to dress like me. Is it supposed to do that??”
“Let’s play our favorite counting game today. Can you guess how many fucks I give about your crying?”
I advise you to stop that. Your father kissed me once and you don’t see him around do you.
Hopefully their souls don’t match.
Oh jesus, it licked my damned hand again.
*breathes into hand* “You little shit, it does not smell like infidelity.”
“Quit spitting on me! We are not getting a DNA test! We DON’T want to find out who your daddy is!”
Aiiiiiiiieee, I’ve got some ‘kid’ on me.
“Where’s the closest dumpster?”
Poor January is beginning to look like July or August…
“Mommy doesn’t have time to pay attention to you right now, don’t you see the imaginary phone attached to my ear?”
“Must resist urge to hit child …..again !”
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