Liar, Liar… Stitches on Fire
I’ve been known to be a tad demanding. My friends and family will be the first to tell you this. I expect a lot from people, it’s just the way I was made. I’ve learned over the years people can often disappoint me. Case in point: Arlo.
I asked Arlo to teach me to make perogies Wednesday night. He happily agreed to my face, but then behind my back he tried to cut own hand off with a dull kitchen knife in order to get out of teaching me. Perhaps he’s lazy; perhaps he’s trying to avoid seeing me hurt, like last time. Whatever the case, the lad is just so thoughtless and cruel. I don’t think five stitches is a good excuse for breaking promises. Ever.
I’m going to peek under his bandages to be sure he’s telling the truth. Like I tell my three-year-old niece, Hannah, boys lie AND carry cooties, therefore cannot be trusted.
Is he okay?
I heard that he had cut himself making a sandwich and needed stitches - is this REALLY true? and if so, how inconsiderate of him to injure himself while knowing full well that he was to help you make perogies.
Boys are selfish
anon: He is.
ak: I know! I can’t imagine why he’d do such a thing.
anon: Agreed.