Dear Havoc,

.You beat up the cat every chance you get
.you fight me when I try to put solution in your ears-
resulting in 'apple' smelling goop all over myself and my livingroom.
.you fight cleaning the goop out of your ears
.you cry at the door 2 hours after I take you out
.you turn around at the door and haul ass around the complex for 20 minutes
.you think everything is a game, so when I get close, you play bow, and then run away happily
.you chewed up 2 plastic bags and my dvd case while I was at the gym

WHY DO I OWN YOU.
I find myself wishing torture and pain against you,
as your mom, this is not a good thing!

STOP IT.

Love,
Julie