I am mean.

Jennifer: Take out the dog.

Reagan: No.  I’m tired.

Jennifer: Take out the dog.

Reagan: I’m getting ready for bed…. (incessant whining)

Jennifer: At 5 I am letting the dog out and not letting him back in.  1, 2, 3, 4, 5. (lets dog out, into unfenced yard)  Okay, the dog is out; living with nature, as a wild animal should.  He’ll survive on berries and mushrooms and live in the wilderness…. (further immature rambling)

Reagan: I hate you!  I hate you!  (cries hysterically)

God, What the hell is wrong with me?

 

 

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