Slave Labour

I am a Bad Parent. I picked up The Child from school in the pisses of rain, accepting the deluge of water into my jeans while waiting on the whim of whichever sadistic teacher who decides when to release the kids after the appointed hour of 2.45.( 12 minutes seems to be the industry standard at this level of precipitation).
I Made her do her homework.
I Made her inhale a freshly made warm chicken baguette, with chocolate milk and a chocolate bar to add to her misery.
I Made her paperclip business cards together for 20 minutes.
I Made her make me share The Shortest Poem In The World with her (for those interested- Ode To My Goldfish- O, Wet Pet!)
I am a Bad Parent.