Tuesday, April 17, 2012

O is for over-exaggeration

I periodically tell Spence that if he ever poops on the rug again, bites me, runs in the opposite direction when I tell him to come, or proceeds to hide in Diego's room (both Spence and Charlie consider Diego's room, and particularly under Diego's bed, a place of magic and wonder), I will slit his throat, skin him alive, and wear his pretty little fur as a scarf. Sometimes just one, sometimes all of them.

I sure hope I break this habit if I ever have a kid. I don't think CPS would understand my penchant for drama.

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