Let’s elect this Mommy Speaker of the House. 
Speaker? This Mommy for President! 
Well… she’d have to
- Move to the U.S.
- Get U.S. citizenship
while - The Constitution gets amended to allow her to get elected
Other than that, I can only agree to your plan.
Don’t you mean Helsinki, Sweden?
Hah! They wish.
I am shocked that there is not more media coverage of the perfidious conduct I saw yesterday: a child forced, forced to walk against his will to Grandma by the cruel method of Grandma moving backwards to invite a toddle forwards.
The subject’s use of nonviolent protest in the form of dropping to the ground and refusing to straighten his legs ended the torture session, despite cruelly lifted up to “try again”.
I laughed so loud at this point that I had to read the thread to my mother, who wanted to know what the joke was.
Heh.
No raise since 2013.
Make her the head of the U.N., then.
Stop the presses - last night observers witnessed a subject being handed to an obese stranger with untrimmed facial hair who may have been wearing animal fur trim on his decidedly unseasonably warm costume. A very sketchy character indeed, and this child’s trusted caregivers stood by and took pictures of the torture session.
(Santa did not go over well.)
My 14-year-old can top all of your injustices.
On Sunday night, dinner was leftover chicken (from Friday night)…and then on Monday night, french toast! How dare his parents not serve a freshly-made meat dish, two nights in a row? Amnesty International has been added to his speed-dial in case tonight’s dinner disappoints.
Did you even read the thread?
You might want to try that because it’s painfully obvious you didn’t.
he’s just peeved that Mom hasn’t increased his allowance in 2 WHOLE years!!1!
Normally I detest kid stories, but that might actually be classy.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
A three-year-old girl in northern Wisconsin was to be joining her family for dinner at a local restaurant in the days following Christmas. As the air temperature was -10F at dinner time, and the wind chill was -35F, the girl’s mother and grandmother advised the girl that a skirt was not appropriate lower-body attire for the weather, and that pants were to be the “uniform of the day”.
The girl struck out against this injustice, declaring that pants “are not beautiful!”, as she barricaded herself in her room, screaming and crying for her right to wear a skirt (a beautiful one, of course). After a tense negotiation, the negotiators were forced to admit that, indeed, “pants are less beautiful than a skirt”, but they were able to broker an agreement to end the standoff.
(This was my niece, 20 years ago. We have never let her forget this…and she still prefers skirts. 
)
Oh, that would be a beautiful thing.
You could still go to the store and get the boots - Santa could stuff one in her stocking :D.
In local news, a preschooler was cruelly evicted from the truck-shaped grocery cart she had been riding in. She was fine when she thought it was a temporary eviction so her brother could sit in it before checking out, but when she realized the brother was to be allowed to steal her spot for another 10 whole minutes, she began calls to every authority within earshot.
The perpetrator was uncowed, and the authorities merely plugged their ears and winced.
One authority did conduct a brief followup with the perpetrator a few days later (seriously: I ran into her - sans preschooler - at Toys R Us, and she recognized me and asked how Moon Unit was doing that day. I was mortified.).
This was about 12 years ago, and I still cringe.
Once, my father picked up my nephew (then about a year old or so) from my brother’s house to bring him to their house. My father had to stop by his office at the university, so he attempted a detour. “You’re trying to kidnap me!” wailed the victim, who was tied up in the back of the car (i.e., strapped in the child seat). He cried and yelled so loudly that my father either brought him home, or abandoned the detour. (The kid was very familiar with the usual route and noticed immediately that they were not on it.)
Nu?
We decided to make stuffed peppers on Tuesday night, and he was adequately mollified. Our dreaded visit from CPS is pushed out yet again.