My ex-husband called to give me yet another lame excuse as to why he hasn't paid child support this month. Or um, EVER.
In retaliation, I put Jill on the phone.
For two hours straight she has been teaching him Hannah Montana songs. And fussing at him for not having a good singing voice.
I might let her stay up late tonight, you know, if she needs some extra time to get in a Jonas Brothers song or two.