- Put me on time out, usually for putting him on time out
- Asked to drive the truck
- Told me to leave him at home alone
The child doesn't seem to understand that I'm an award-winning poet. A recorded essayist! I should be busy compiling my list of demands for appearances (such as a bowl of only pink Starburst, fresh cider, one autograph per person and no photographs except of my left side, etc.).
But instead I'm having to deal with this, an angsty teen in the body of an angsty toddler. Then again, his mother is an angsty writer, so. Even steven.
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Elsewhere, I subject the world to my theory-based math skillz.