What’s that? You’re saying that I can’t have my way?
Well then, allow me to lay down here. In the middle of wherever we are.
And CRY. MY. HEAD. OFF.
I might throw in a kick of the leg or two.
For added measure and to prove my point.
Are you still looking??
Oh, good. You are still looking. Perfect.
You’re the meanest Mommy in the whole. wide. world.
And it’s all your fault I am forced to lay on this hard concrete.
If you would only give me whatever I want
when I want it…
I can’t even look at you anymore.
I’m too upset!
Oh the humanity!
Where is your sense of maternity?!?
This is an outrage!
Don’t you even care, woman?!?!
Oh, I care, son.
I care a lot…
Enough to let you lay there on that hard concrete
and act a tantrum throwin’ toddler
Because I now have pictorial proof
and some day you’ll have a girlfriend…