This poor little girl is running out of complaints. It must be a huge burden.
Today, after complaining about every possible thing under the sun ...
- I'm tired
- I don't like this TV show
- I don't like these shoes
- I don't want to go to this shop
- Can I have this Barbie? Please?
- Can I have this scooter? Please?
- I don't like Doe-feff's crying
- I'm hungry
- I've lost an eye!
I turned round in my seat and I saw this (faithfully re-created for the camera upon our return.)
Poor little thing.