Yor forger

*I catch the bottle again and hold it close to your mouth*Just drink the damn bottle, you little brat.

*I throw it*

*I get a little angry and hold your arms down so you can't throw the bottle again*I'm not going to let you keep throwing the bottle. Drink the damn bottle.

*I wipe the formula off my face*You little…you just made a mess of me. *I take the bottle back and sit you on my lap*Drink the bottle.

*I throw it in the trash can*go fetch, bitch

*I stare at you for a few seconds, shocked by your language*Did you just call me a…

Oh my goodness, what a beautiful stick! Is it for your little friend? *looks at the stick with an amused smile*

it's ta shove up people's asses when day annoy me!

*chokes on her laughter* Oh dear, that's a little… aggressive, don't you think?

*I keep petting your hair and I notice that you seem to be calming down a bit* see? Everything's going to be alright, now why don't you tell me what happened today?

I found dis stick and started doing what you do at night with pointy things

You mean you were using it to practice your self defense?

*shoots*

*I fall to the ground, bleeding*

anya:mama you can do better then that