There was a little girl today on the street, in a stroller. “I’M TIRED!” she screamed. Her dad was pushing her, and he was quietly laughing, because she was sticking her feet out on the sidewalk so he couldn’t push her. “I’m TIIIIIIRRRREEEDDDDDD-AAAAAHHHHHH” she screamed.
“We’re almost home, sweetie,” he said. “Can you pull up your feet so we can go?”
“I’MMM TTIIIIIIIRRRRREEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD,” she screamed, like crazy-screamed, over and over. “I DONT WANT TO TAKE A NAPPP! I’M SO TIRED!!!”
I loved her, and I hated her, and I loved the dad, who was just laughing, gently.
“I’M SO TIRED! I’M SO TIRED! IIIIMMMMMM SOOOOO TIIIREDDDDDD-AHHHHHHHHHHH” she screamed.
