The last two days were like scenes from a bad after-school special with Alexx (17). Teen 'tude and all.
This morning, Joel (10) forced me to take a frightening ride on the pre-pubescent hellcoaster.
Now I am huddled in a whimpering ball waiting for Seth to come down the stairs with his head all spinning around atop his shoulders seething with demonic rage.
Would it be wrong if I sold myself to the gypsies?