kick the stove

this week i really let my temper show and boy mom wasn't too happy, but i sure did let her know how mad i was! i tripped over this crate that daddy put on the kitchen floor that holds all of our paper shopping bags (yeah, okay, so i was trying to climb it to reach the counter). i was so mad that i pulled three of the bags out and threw them on the floor (with a grunt!). mama told me how i wasn't hurt and there was no need to act that way, but there was! that stupid crate was in my way and made me trip and fall!

i then got really mad at mom for telling me how not to act so i kicked her. yes! i kicked her! she made me mad! well, bad idea. boy did i get it. she held me by both my arms and lifted me up so my feet were dangling and i had no choice but to look her in the eye--yikes she was mad. she told me again how i wasn't to behave that way and how balls are the only things we kick with our feet and we do that outside. she told me i hurt her - ow! well, i guess i didn't mean to hurt her really, but i was still mad!

...so i kicked the stove! oops. bad idea. made mama even more mad and i was told to leave the room. that's okay, i just went and played. i guess i wasn't that mad after all.