Dear Exasperated Mom:
Look, I get it. Kids can test the absolute limits of your patience. But is it really necessary to jog walk through the entire store screaming: "Michael? Michael! MICHAEL! Michaaaaaeeel! Michael! MICHAEL! MICHAEL!!!MIIIIIICHAAAAAEEELL!!!" for 7 minutes and 42 seconds straight? Because your dental drill shrieks, whilst helpfully loosening the excess wax that had built up around my tympanic membranes, found their way into my spinal cord and reverberated along my nerve endings for hours afterward, eventually rerouting in my cerebral cortex and short circuiting the neural fibers which control the brains synapses connected to the uterus and thereby destroying all desire to ever reproduce.
I hope you're happy.
Look, I get it. Kids can test the absolute limits of your patience. But is it really necessary to jog walk through the entire store screaming: "Michael? Michael! MICHAEL! Michaaaaaeeel! Michael! MICHAEL! MICHAEL!!!MIIIIIICHAAAAAEEELL!!!" for 7 minutes and 42 seconds straight? Because your dental drill shrieks, whilst helpfully loosening the excess wax that had built up around my tympanic membranes, found their way into my spinal cord and reverberated along my nerve endings for hours afterward, eventually rerouting in my cerebral cortex and short circuiting the neural fibers which control the brains synapses connected to the uterus and thereby destroying all desire to ever reproduce.
I hope you're happy.
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