08.12.06
2:30 a.m.
proof
To test my addicted to TV theory, I turned her around.
I turned her back around, and the screaming stopped.
I even got a few smiles. Well, Winnie the Pooh did.
I gave her a frozen teething thing to make her happy.
But, apparently her hands got cold and she FREAKED. But, she wouldn't let go of the thing. So, I laughed at her. Yes, I'm going to hell.
I figured she was pissed off already, so I tortured her more to get a picture with the panda ears I bought her.
Her eyes are telling me she wants to tear my heart out of my chest and eat it.
She's a miniture Al Bundy in training.
I got in front of the TV, and I got the "I want to eat your heart" look again.
I've decided that she's not my child, and it's not my responsibilty to teach her anything when I baby-sit. If her mother wants her to sit in front of the TV 95% of the day, then that's what I'll do. I'm not going to listen to incessant screaming - it's pointless and a pain in the ass for both of us.
