Once there was a girl named E. She was four and a half. She had a terrible life.
Nothing was fair. Everything was unfair.
She never got to do anything she wanted. Ever. Everyone else got to do everything they wanted. Always.
Nobody played with her. Nobody read books to her. Ever.
She couldn't read. She would never, ever learn to read.
On top of all that, at least five or six times a day, she had to scream and cry and run into her room and throw herself on her bed, because it was all so terrible.
Isn't that the saddest story you ever heard?
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Yes, that story is even sadder than the story of the little boy named PK whose mother would no longer look at "I Spy" and "Where's Waldo" after midnight, because it was time for him to go to bed.
But have you heard the one about the boy named C? He had the worst day in his whole entire life because his mother made him wear socks that day.
L often has a terrible day because her mother will not let her wear her mami's fancy shoes out in public.
S often has a terrible day because she is not allowed to eat cookies for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
THen there was the 15 year old bot named T. He has the meanest mother in the world. The only 15 year old whose mother calls parents to make sure it is ok if he is in their home, the only one who has a curfew, the only one who isn't allowed to spend untold hours in the internet.
Poor T, poor, poor T.....can't wait til he has one of his own!
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