Oh, the drama of being 7;

"Guess what? I'm not gonna let you come to my house anymore, or even pet my cats, or even hold them. And guess what? I was gonna let you have M&Ms at my house–M&Ms and marshmallows– but now I'm not. And guess what? I was gonna have you for a sleepover too, but now I'm not." –– 7 year old patron at my YMCA.


Wow, what I wouldn't give for those to be my problems. :p