Woe Be Unto The Guy Who

crosses my daughter.

Molly just totally wrestled the husband (who’s 6″ taller and we won’t go into how much heavier) to the ground.

She doesn’t fight fair and she gives it her all.

I knew she’d be strong when she had just learned to walk and was picking up a 2 gallon jug of weed killer at my parents’ house.

Good aim with a gun, strong as an ox and about 3/4 as mean as her mama.

That’s my girl.

😉

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