Time for some humour. As a “Lawyer Mom,” I loved this. And endorse it. It’s all true. Even the bit about laundry. I’m kidding. Sort of.
Exhibit D. We are trained interrogators. You may be able to trip up a 4-year-old claiming the cat used a Sharpie, but are you ready for teenagers with a coordinated cover story? Lawyer moms are. Have a seat in the dining room. Let me just adjust this dimmer switch — there, now I can see you. So, tell me again who was there? Nice. And Jordan drove? I love her Prius. What does it seat… five? Cool. Just one more thing: I think you said there were seven of you. KA-CHUNG. If there’s anything you want to tell me, I suggest you do it now while I can still convince Dad to go easy on you.
Yup. Watch out Jack. Mama’s got her eye on you. And daddy’s a lawyer too. So you might be out of luck…
(This is NOT a picture of my Jack. But a suitable picture nonetheless.)by