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
Showing posts with label naughty child. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
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