Enough is Enough

This is for children of the ages six to fourteen. We have all been put in positions like this where we think our parents are monsters! But in reality, they love us and we never will end up moving out at eighteen. Ha-ha it is funny to think, what if babies really do think like this?


Okay, why am I being placed on a wooden floor? And why is this ridiculous costume on my person? Parents these days think that everything so stupid is so cute. What am I supposed to be anyway? I want it off right now, and as much as I cry and complain they wont take it off. So now I have come to the point where I am just going to take this crap for a bit longer and pose for their stupid pictures. I hate being a baby; I have no say in anything, and end up in situations LIKE THIS all the time. I am absolutely tired of people pinching my cheeks and speaking to me in a language I don’t even understand. Ga-ga-gu-gah? What the heck is that supposed to mean? I can’t wait until the day I turn eighteen and move out of this house. I hear my parents telling my brothers all the time that they were supposed to move out at eighteen and how come they didn’t. When they respond by saying that they were stupid and young for saying those things I think to myself…WELL I AM DEFINITELY MOVING OUT. Putting me in a costume like this, where I am itchy and sweaty is not good parenting. In fact I feel as if I should call childcare right now and tell them what is going on. I guess I am going to have to endure this for a little longer, but mark my words; I am out when I am eighteen!