I wasn't making you clean the bathrooms.
Nor did I call up your teachers and ask for an extra project or two.
We didn't visit the dentist and have 3 extra fillings, just for the fun of it.
I didn't even make you eat liver and onions. Or chocolate covered caterpillars.
All I asked you to do was try on a wool sweater.
And it was just try on, not wear to school or out in public. It's not for you, and you don't have to like it.
I even promised not to take a picture of you in it.
But you'd think I was trying to hang you upside down by your toenails by the amount of complaining you did.
And you means "both of you", DS and DD, who did equal complaining.
"It itches, get it off!" you said of the Patons Classic Merino, in my opinion a very soft wool.
Or, "it's not my turn, it's his turn!" (Which was also wrong as his turn occurred while you were sleeping.)
The torture is about over, as I think the hood is turning out right this time.
However, the "trying on" is uneven, 2 times to 1. For even amounts of torture, I believe I'm still owed one more try on.
Oh, if only I hadn't promised no pictures.