Worst Day EVER

Today me and child#4 took the long neglected trombone of child#1 back to the hire place.

This was not a top idea, according to child#4. In fact, he declared it "the worst day ever," and snarled "you have ruined my life" to the poor lady signing it in. She suggested that one day he could learn the trombone and have his own. He wailed "I love this one" and sobbed all the way home.

He also cried himself to sleep because he is not rich enough to own a house full of dodgems.

Life is just shit, isn't it?