Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Scarface


Oh Z, was that really necessary? I was just trying to distract you from the fit that you were throwing by making a funny face and tickling you. However, you were not impressed and I angered you to the point of physical retaliation.

All I did was take something dangerous away from you. I can’t even remember what it was now, but knowing you, it probably had a serrated edge or was a part of the bleach family. The result? A fit like none other.

I quickly dug in my mental bag o’ tricks and tried what usually works with you…a simple distraction. I underestimated your anger and my attempt at levity was met with a rogue nail at a dangerous angle.

You hurt me Z. You hurt me bad. I’ve been asked a dozen times today what I did to piss off my cat. People think I’m a cat person! The horror!!

And to top it off, your father is calling me Scarface instead of his usual pet name for me…”Naggy McBitchenstein.”

“’Es Ok. Another Quaalude and she’ll love me in the morning” *

*Note: Stella’s Pretties does not approve of the use of habit-forming sedatives on toddlers…except for maybe on planes or at the grocery store.

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