(ok, so I may get mad and even... whatever)
Dear Disgruntled Baby,
Dude. Really? We're hot off the heels of Bunny's Epic Meltdown over not eating at the Target food court. And now you have sprawled on the floor in a fit of rage over... nothing?! Sure, you started out the fuss about the sippie. Let's not forget- you got the sippie. I just had to fill it... with juice. FOR YOU.
Now you've been shreiking for close to 45 minutes. In the living room. In the dining room. At my feet.
I've had enough and decided to exact my revenge:
Not the most flattering of shots. Crying so hard, you're going cross-eyed. And then there's the snot bubble. HA.
Yeah, so... that sippie you are fussing about? IT'S IN YOUR HAND, MAN!
Perhaps it is time to calm the hell down, eh?
Now there is a permanent internet record of your misbehavior. For all to see. And if you pull this crap again, I'm going to have them printed on a Tshirt, and I'll wear it to pick you up from school!!! Sohelpme, I'LL DO IT.