Last night you threw your first wall eyed fit when we took the broom away. You had been "sweeping" for forty five minutes, and it was time for bed.
I am going to remind you of this when you are fourteen and refuse to clean anything.
In related news, you don't appreciate it when we laugh at you when you are hysterical. But, in our defense, it was pretty funny. You were just THAT mad...over A BROOM. Although I'm guessing a similar fit would be exponentially less humorous if we weren't at home and instead, say, in the middle of Target or a restaurant. It is probably too much to ask for you to never be that kid, huh?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Love you anyway,