Sometimes, when your kid makes a mess like this, and you ask her to clean her shit up...
...she gives you a look like this!
After a brief staring competition, the parent gathers the courage to lock horns with the stubborn-headed child, and an almighty scalding ensues. (Parents always win!)
This is greeted with the word, "FINE!", followed by the stuffing of crayons and colouring books in nooks and crannies around the living room, as the pissed-off 46 lb kid, stomps up the stairs to her bedroom.
STOMP. STOMP. STOMP...
"Charlotte. Don't you slam that..." BANG! "...door."
Sigh. And the Emmy goes to... That's what you get when you raise an eight-and-a-half-teen-year-old.
Ladies and gentlemen, The Legend of Thunderfoot!
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