Dammit.

Ah, beautiful day. We should go out for a walk. Ray? Wanna go out for a walk? Yes! Let's go! Out the door and down the block, and then I notice she's got this huge hole in her pants. That she cut in her pants. With the scissors she supposedly couldn't find. March march march back to the house. I threw the scissors away and told her it would be a long time before she could have any more. The impulse control when it comes to scissors seems to be non-existant.

Ray's in trouble. How come I have to be in trouble, too? Waaah, I wanted to take a walk with Ray! I've been looking forward to this all winter, all sunshiny and stuff. Waaah!