Jul 1 2011
Hadley’s shrieks are audible on the back porch, warbling from the car. Not the cries of pain or fear, just hearty bawling fueled by despair.
I peer at Hadley, who’s collapsed in her car seat, sobbing uncontrollably. Cayden’s paging through a dino book. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
Hadley raises her tear streaked face and wails: “EVERYBODY’S RUINING MY LIFE!“
You don’t have a life yet.
And secondly, can you be a little more specific?
Why don’t you check back with us when you’re a teenager. Then it’ll probably be true.
Most likely, you’ll be ruining my life as well.