As I was cooking my supper today (a delicious Thai Curry), Quentin bounded up the stairs and barged into MY kitchen, stuck his shit in MY fridge, leaned over MY cooking, and said, "It smells burnt".
WTF?!?!?!? Was there any call to be so ridiculously rude? I think not. I may have to make him a eunuch before I leave. It will stop him from passing his stupid/I'm-a-giant-jackass genes on to the next generation. Seriously. I fail to understand why I need to tell him off AND complain about him to his parents before he will respect my space.
On a side note- My supper was plate licking good and not burnt at all. Stupid child.
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