When I get ahold of that little brat I am going to string her up by her hair. I can’t believe she would do this. What is wrong with her? It’s like I don’t even know here. Like she isn’t even a part of me anymore. I turn my head to see her father walk through the door. AT LAST!! An ally. Between the two of us we’ll be able to tear down this pillow fort and put that precious, sweet, mischievous, downright evil five year old on time out.
Not all of us see the world the same way.
See what my friends had to say.