My daughter took pliers to my big screen tv screen and scratched it badly and then she tried to butter the excercise wheel.

Then when she was 5, she stole my brand new pipe I bought in Sacramento and couldn't find it anywhere.
I even drove 30 miles back to a rest stop where we burned.
I found it under the couch 6 months later.

My daughter told me she didn't want us to die like Papa did.
We were coming back from a funeral in Sacto.

KIDS?