Most of the time, "S" stands for Shea. But some of the time, "S" stands for screamer. Sonorous, spirited, shameless screamer. Not all the time, thankfully, but when our little diva’s Pampers are in a pickle she’s known to voice her displeasure with abandon. LOUDLY.Sometimes, in moments of frustration, I question aloud—rhetorically, mind you—what is so upsetting to the poor lass that she must regularly try to deafen every living creature within 30 feet of her vocal chords.
Finnegan, rarely fazed by the crushing din and ever the gallant assistant, has on a number of occasions offered up translations of his little sister’s discontent in what can best be described as a classic exercise in projection. To wit:
She’s sad because she wants to play.
She’s sad because Johnny’s not here.
She’s sad because she wants to go to Grandma’s house.
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