Son: I have a report to do. I need pictures. Me.. ok .. when is it due? Son: Tomorrow . Me : *imagines the satisfaction of Gibbs slapping son* Me: if you had told me before, I could have taken you to the library, or used the printer at work. Son : ..... Me:......................... Fine. What do you need pictures of? Son: shoshone indians. Me: *evil laughing in my head* Me: fine . Sorry mrs Winner... I did the best I could. ;)
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@SW-User omgoodness. .. yours cannot be the master.. mine combines stink eyes, and dramatic sigh together. .. and then raises me a pathetic drop to the floor... not a tantrum... just a final act of devastation.
