There will be no more fun outings this summer.

There will be no more skipping your naps because you're too busy enjoying yourself and running around like a crazy child.

There will be no more staying up past your bedtime because everyone's having such a great time and the weather's nice and, heck, you're only two once.

There will be no more days filled with Gogurt and ice cream and all that other sugary crap.

Because the screaming fit you just threw after we put you to bed tonight, the one that went on for nearly half an hour, was most unpleasant. I don't think I've ever heard shrieks of that decibel from anyone other than those chicks in the horror movies who have chainsaw-wielding maniacs chasing them.

Oh, and you just started screaming again. How pleasant.

Like I said, buddy, your fun is over!

Posted on August 14, 2006 08:55 PM