My Inner Child really is a monster, I think. From now on, I'm abdicating all responsibility for any bad behavior I might indulge in simply because it isn't my fault, but the fault of this wicked and maladjusted creature who refuses to grow up or be restrained. Anyone who has a problem with my Inner Child will simply have to pay for the extensive and expensive therapy required for them to, finally, sit down and confront her. I myself wish you all the best, but I can no longer be concerned with what she does, why she does it, or the consequences thereof. Let it be known that this is my final word on the subject, and that anyone who disagrees with me is, in her words, a 'mean poopiehead'. Also, I have it on good authority that she is training a squadron of highly-venomous wasps to sting them on their assholes, so - well, let's just say it would be prudent to simply nod your heads and agree with anything she says.
The above entry is not my fault.
For a second I thought you said "sit down and comfort her."
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