Sunday, March 16, 2014

Progress

If it's fake show me
Dad
I'm telling
He's not letting me get out of my room
He's a big fat liar
He has my coin
Go sit down on the couch
I'm tired of you whining
Can you please get it back from him?
It's my coin
What?
I don't have his coin
Leave him alone
Tell me
I want to get up
Hey
Ow
Sorry
What did he do?
He hit me
It was an accident
Having a nervous breakdown here
But at least he's putting up the new drapes in the living room
We're making progress

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