Dya know what ... yes they are couldn’t give a fuck about rules BUT as I say in my house lastnight with my kids in (their own) beds and my husband asleep on the sofa not for all the tea in China would I want her life
such a saga about Willow and Peter and patting her on the bum and she heard mama and bla bla bla ... Christ almighty it’s insane the pandering that’s done to a toddler
and isn’t Peter great, minding his own child for the night! Round of applause. She’s so caught up in her own softly softly wart mother tightness she doesn’t realise that NONE of it is normal