Saturday, October 18, 2008
It is eight am, and already my child has spent thirty minutes in timeout, told me she hated me at least three times, and kicked Kenny. Meanwhile, her sister sat in the background, giggling, pointing, and saying, "Ohh. That naughty! She need timeout!" I am blaming the donut I gave them this morning. Stupid donut.
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