Lucy reached out her arms for a hug and said sweetly to Iris at lunchtime, "I love you!"
Iris, the ingrate, screeched, "I can't eat when you're talking like that!"
Knowing she was on to a good thing, Lucy chased Iris around the house, with her arms open, chiming in a sweet voice, "I love you, Iris! I love you, Iris!"
"Make her stop! No hugging! She's making me sick!" shrieked Iris.
You've got to admire brilliance when you see it.
She may be the coming of "The One" that all us passive agressives have been waiting for. It brings a tear to my eye to hear of one so young, yet so tuned into the control of others via sweathearted innocence. (sniff)
Interesting site. : )
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