Before school yesterday I had to lay down the law with my cat.
“NO mice, snakes, birds or squirrels going through the pet door today. I know you think it’s a funny prank to lay them inside my toy box, but it ain’t. You’re going to give me nightmares.”
Go get that cat. He’s not allowed to walk away from me when I’m talking to him.
What? You aren’t going to help?
Forget you then. I’ll just walk to school. I know the way.
Okay. Maybe I was out of line yesterday, but I have a problem.
I’m hooked on the sauce. “FORM OF APPLESAUCE. SHAPE OF AN APPLE!”
My mommy thought that was funny. I guess you have to be old like her to understand.
And…….When I don’t get the sauce fast enough, I can rage.
People with down syndrome are not always happy. I’m so emotional, I could be my own Lifetime Channel.
P.S: Mommy said don’t feel bad. I am a big tantrum faker, especially when I don’t get my way. Just like regular dudes my age.