The Gashlycrumb Tinies
Jane wasn't herself today at pick-up. She whined and complained that I picked her up, instead of MJ ("I like Daddy so much better") and went on about how she thought I was okay, but she really did love Daddy so much more.
Oh dear. Well, over dinner, we discovered that it had been a rough day all around. Y did not share her toys, R ruined the afternoon walk, A couldn't button her jacket and no one would help her, L refused to wipe his bum at potty time.
He presented it with a length of string, and passed on to the statue of Corrupted Endeavor...
If you'd spent your day with these people, you'd be a little frazzled by the end of the day, too.
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