Did you ever read that book, "A Prayer for Owen Meany" by John Irving?
Owen's voice is written entirely in CAPITAL LETTERS to illustrate his high-pitched, annoying tone and decibel level.
From the moment I picked The Mayor up from daycare until the moment he was put to bed, he talked NONSTOP ABOUT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING!!!
Rooster, on her SEVENTH ear infection, is more than pissed off. She is grouchy personified.
The hours between daycare pick-up and bedtime were a dark, pit of doom.
Once they were both bedded down it was all K and I could do to stare at the television and leak drool.
A commercial for toilet paper came on featuring an impossibly cute she-toddler.
The ad pitched the toilet paper as softer than baby skin but they can't fool me now that I'm a mom. There is nothing so soft as that... but I digress.
Watching the mighty cute she-toddler hug and fondle the package of toilet paper, I said to K,
"They sure are lucky they're so cute. Look how nice and sweet she looks!"
K threw his arm up, pointed an angry finger at the television and yelled,