My daughter is a little-shit miniature of her smartass daddy. Today I asked my four year old daughter to help me pick up the toys she left in the living room and take them back to her ransacked cave quarters. 

She replied with "I want to go see the disappointment doctor on Hospital Road instead." (????????????????)

No idea if she was asking me to take her to therapy for making her remove her toys from the house's livable space, or she was telling me to go to the go to the disappointment doctor for my butthurt because she wasn't going to do it. 

...it got done. And now I realize what I am getting into with the kid because I married the WHOLE THING

