Riley-ism

So I was out running errands today with Riley and boy was he in a
rotten mood. First he was whining because there wasn't any mail for
him. Then the bank forgot to give him a sucker and then he wanted a
drink from the gas station but he was crying and kicking the seat so I
told him that little boys who throw fits don't get treats and if he
doesn't knock it off I would send him to time out for the rest of the
day. So he quiets down but in his poutiest voice tells me that he is
going to put how I'm acting into a scrapbook and send it to Momma Lynn
so she can see how I'm treating him. It was so hard to keep a straight
face.
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