Don't ask. . . let's just say it was a rough weekend with the kids.
Particularly one of the four.
The child just doesn't know when to shut up!
I begged and pleaded!!
I told him he was on my last nerve.
He whined some more. . and then some more.
I threatened him a million times. . .
but he wouldn't stop!
The house is quiet now. . . the trunk isn't.
Don't worry, he's in there with his transformers, his sponge bob dvd, a cheese tortilla and ring pop.
He's not suffering. . . And now, neither am I.
(Hee Hee! I'm only teasing! No need to call the child welfare services! They already know!)