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On How To Treat The Screaming Magenta Two-Year-Old

This story is a prime example of why I have a dog. I can lock her up in a wire cage - not a play yard, not a pen, a fucking WIRE crate. I can then proceed to shout "mommy loves you!" on my way out and consume all the tequila I'd like. When I come home, I am always sure the state will not come and take her away the next day. Kids are rewarding, they say? I'd say a night out is its own reward, really.

Posted on April 20, 2009 at 5:32 pm 0