RABBIT BREAD!!!!!!!!!!!

Yelling was definately one of the things I was and still am best at. I used to scream at everything and occasionally do. When I was really little and didn't get my way I would go crazy and not know what to do, so the easiest answer was to scream until I got what I wanted. The best example of thie behavior is when I was six. It was ten at night and I am in my bed and my mother comes in. She asked me why I wasn't asleep and I told her that I wanted a piece of bread. My dad and my mom both said no and I started to cry. I told them I was refusing to go to bed until I got a piece of bread and I refused to back down. My dad after about ten minutes of me crying over bread, picked me up, and set me down outside of the house in my night gown, in the pouring rain, crying. I was balling like a little baby and had no idea what else to do. My dad opened the door after two minutes and told me that if I was going to live in his house I will abide by his rules. I shook my head in agreement and he brought me back inside. Needless to say I got my bread and went to sleep, but still I was taught my lesson and have been a good girl ever since...at least when my dad is around.