Dear Spike:
Today you bit your mother so hard that she bled.
Tomorrow you will get nothing resembling lenience from me. You'll get one chance to do everything your mother and I tell you to do. And if you don't, you'll be singing the boo-hoo song in the time-out chair. And if that doesn't work, we'll start taking your stuffed animals hostage.
Oh yeah, that's how I roll.
Love,
dad
Thursday, July 9, 2009
THE BOO-HOO SONG
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1 comments:
I hope Spike's mommy is o.k. Gotta love the time out chair!
Whatever works is my motto. Enjoy your lovely daughter. :-)
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