After a pretty animated tantrum and mounting consequences, John found himself grounded from all electronics (including the TV), without dinner, and confined to his room. He handed me this letter as I passed his door on the way down the hall:
Dear stupid Mommy and Daddy,
You are the most idiotic and stupidest people I know. You don't love me. You don't like me. You guys are the worst. I wish I could run away. I'm starving. I wish I had a phone, I would call the cops. Chickie is the only one who loves me. You think torturing me is fun. I hate you guys, I don't love you and I don't like you.
From your thoroughly tortured son: John
P.S. You think I'm worth $0.00
Later, when he had "thoroughly" calmed down, he said to me, "I wish I could go back in time and not give you that letter."
2 comments:
Priceless...you know you're doing something right when... :)
I just laughed my butt off. of course, only because it was you and not me. on the bright side he has a really good vocabulary.
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