and while I can (mostly) tolerate a fit from an infant...I'm not even gonna try to restrain myself when the elder brat starts pitching one.
game on.
if I hear "you better stop it, or I'm heading out the door" whispered to my infant son one more time I'll not only pack the offending whisperer's bag...
but make sure to pack the lil' one's, too. I'm a kind and benevolent Suki, but...
!!!THERE IS NO ESCAPE, O'PAH!!!
this child's grouchy, grumpy, miserable boo-boo face is genetic...and it ain't (does "ain't" even HAVE a proper spelling? I use an apostrophe like it's actually called for and shit) from me.
BOTH of you best chill your shit, slow your rolls and act your ages.
on second thought...forget your ages. please act according to the following prescribed course of behaviour as set forth by the Suk:
-wake up smiling
-be pleasant when presented with a meal
-poo like a man (ie. without all the crying and whining)
-appreciate what you've got
-don't demand more than your fair share of cuddling (note: fair shares differ amongst family members)
-do not complain unnecessarily
-go to sleep smiling
if after 3 days of strict compliance with teh Suk's magic cure for bitchiness, you find you are not getting desirable results please schedule an appointment in our office.
...then, I'll pack your bagzes.
