The day was literally smooth. We went to a carnival amusement. I thought that Drake already mature enough, but my eyes rolled so freakin' many times for that. He's ranting about how I missed his three fucking birthdays and he wants me to make up by going here with him.
This kid is really good in striking someone's conscience.
The ride was fun, I almost throw up when we ride the roller coaster. I think my stomach is still upset right now.
But I'm still thankful that the hot seat interrogation from him on the car fades. Someone called him after that and he got pissed again. I was kind of worried again of course, so I just mentioned what we can do for the day. He was quiet at first, but when he thought about that carnival thing, my jaw dropped. I never expect that. He's grown up now and he wants to go and buy some popcorns and some freakin' ice creams. Oh God. This kid!
"Sis, this thing is really good," He dragged my on this gun shooting place.
