I am looking around for my son below. Eventually, I spot him and grab him with one hand. He tells me you're hurting him and I tell him to stop whining. You just got back from a Parent-Teacher meeting at school where I had to listen to all the stuff he's done at school. I had to shrink him down and put him in my shoe during the whole thing as punishment, pinned up against your huge foot. I show him being stuffed into my sneaker, so I can tor him inside my Nike's. I slam my fist down next to him and say I should treat him like an insect for how insubordinate he is. I do consider eating him I decide not to because I would not be able to hear his screaming all the way down your throat. I decide to let him know I am going to leave him with Grandma for a week and see how he likes that.