Yep, he was talking alot, singing…you know stuff like that. I feared for the safety of my other 2 children, so I hand-cuffed him. Surprisingly, it did not work, he kept on singing. But, at least I sent a message.
“No singing! No way, no how. I don’t know what its like in the bleeding-heart namby-pamby world you live in. But here, we don’t allow merry-making, especially in public. If you want to sing, you just march yourself right over to the Terrorist side of the room Mister!”
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That article makes me sick.