Oy Vey!

Are ya kidding? Waking up one Sunday morning, I came to discover that pop was cranky. The cantankerous old git was shuffling around at top speed complaining about damn near everything... Okay, EVERYTHING. The neighbors' kid is a rotten shit, the coffee's too hot, his soup is cold, the tv's too loud and there's nothing on, his back hurts, his neck hurts, he wants to go to the gym. The bed was too lumpy, he's constipated with diarrhea (don't ask...), the computer's running slow, the car is acting funny, the lights are too bright, the room is too dark, why does it smell like feet? Hungry, tired, bored, achy, grumpy, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen... Throughout the whole entire morning, he complained to anyone who would listen, he complained when there was nobody there... Until...

The two year old finally had enough, stormed up to him and said, "You go nap! Shh!" and walked away leaving behind her a shocked old guy and two women trying to stifle laughter. In stunned silence, after being told off by a two year old, he shuffled upstairs to go lie down. She got cake and ice cream.