I won’t let her eat pure sugar.
I won’t let her have a lollypop at 7am.
I won’t let her electrocute herself.
She doesn’t fit inside the box.
She has on pants.
She took off her pants and now she’s cold.
Underwear creates sensations.
I sat at the computer.
We’re not watching My Little Ponies.
I won’t let her break everything.
I am not playing with her right this second.
She is not a big girl.
She is not a baby.
I won’t let her play with scissors.
I don’t understand screaming.
I am a box full of Mamas.
She can’t pick up the couch.
I won’t give her a cookie.
We don’t have any cookies.
I’m wearing a black shirt.
We don’t hit.
She doesn’t want to calm down.
And those are just this morning. Ah! Life!