My Daddy is the worst daddy ever!

First, daddy regularly hotboxes me and mommy. That's horrible.

There is the halloween costume he wants to make me. Mommy calls me a "little terror" sometimes and dad wants to dress me like one. He said he was going to use leftover plumbing to make fake dynamite and have wires coming out of it and then making it a vest for me... and I'd be a "little terror."

Then as he's carrying me he remarks "what is Sophie? I know what Sophie is! She's veal for cannibals!" That made me angry!

Don't get me started on the poopy-head song he sings.