July 05, 2004
I never knew she had it so hard.
"Ima don't talk to me. I'm on an ant killing hunt."
(sounds of smothing smashing against the floor)
"Do you know how many ants we have? We have hundreds of them."
"I can't kill them all today"
(sounds of feet stamping up the floor.)
and now from upstairs I hear this little conversation
E,10; "T, you are bothering me!"
T,5; "You aren't the king of me!"
I'm changing my name and not telling anyone.