Five Minutes In A Threenager's Head

I love this TV show. It's my favorite TV show in the whole wide world. I feel so happy and alive. I love this show and I love my mommy.

Wait, what's this? Is this a commercial? It's a commercial. Why is this happening? Why is this happening to me? And during my show of all times? I can't breathe. I'm dying inside. I can feel my heart breaking. My life is over. I hate everything. I hate my show, I hate my life, and I hate my mommy. I should try to hit her. Yeah, I should do that. Look at her over there drinking a cup of water like she owns the place. I'm going to hit her now because she invented commercials and is doing this to hurt me. She'll never see it coming.


Why am I in time out? I didn't do anything to deserve this. She's so mean. She's the worst mommy in the history of mommies. She can't make me stay here. I'm getting up.

Ok, I'm back in. Maybe I should try again. Ok, I'm back in again. Well she can't make me use my back muscles. I'm going to lay down and cry loudly. I might have a time out but she's going to have a migraine. Let's see how loudly I can cry. Oh this nice. I think I can hear see the windows vibrating.

I'm so angry. I should take my clothes off. Yes. Ah, shoes off. That feels better. Now for the pants. And the shirt. I feel incredibly powerful right now. I just remembered something funny I saw on my show yesterday. Now I can't stop laughing. Why is she looking at me like I have two heads? Everything is funny. Life is so funny. I love my life. I love my mommy. I'm hungry.