Or, Drama Revisited
Seriously, this is getting ridiculous. Last night as I trudged up the stairs after a very very long day I hear 11 year-old lovely lady sobbing "Mom hates me. She just hates me! I'm going to go live somewhere else! This is blasphemy!" Apparently saying matter-of-factly, "It's bedtime, let's turn off your light," is hateful vicious behavior. And, obviously, my lovely lady needs a vocabulary lesson.