I feel sorry for Freya when she looks back through the photo albums “awww look mum, here I am on my very first Christmas Eve at home leaving my carrot and mince pie for Santa” and Grabby will be all “oh, actually that’s a photo of you two days before when I had to fake it for Instagram because we actually spent your first Christmas Eve at your grandparents barn”
Or “here I am on my first birthday, I can tell because I’m wearing a birthday tip with 1 on it” and again Rebecca will have to say “no darling, that was from the week before when I got you changed so I could pretend we took it on your actual birthday”
Nothing is real. Everything is just a (
tit) show for Instagram.
I feel so sorry for Freya when she grows up. I’ve worked in schools my whole career, and trust me, kids are BRUTAL. Any future bullies that attend school with Freya will have all the ammunition they need between mumma’s blog and this tattle thread
Photos of her in the bath
Photos of her eating what looks like a dog turd with it smeared all around her face
Mums nappy glad arse in the air whilst birthing her
How her mum and dad took bee pollen before every shag to try and conceive her, and that where herb nickname came from
and of course the absolute clincher.... your dads a weirdo
The poor child is going to be SLAUGHTERED.