The evil ways of my 3 year-old. He was mad at me for making him stay in the house while I went out the front door to get something out of my car. I heard him knock on the window and I looked back. He had my favorite dog held hostage by the collar and his bright orange metal bat in the other hand and an evil grimace on his face begging me to challenge him...to which I did. I ran for the front door and when I turned the handle I realized he had locked me out. I look back at the window and he is smiling, not a sweet smile but one of evil, vindictive, satisfaction, and was still holding the dog and bat. Thankful for combination lock on front door. My dog was rescued and my son was punished...again. I think Ill plan his 4th birthday party at the state penitentiary so he can get to know his future friends.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Apr 2014 23:55:39 +0000
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