Fortune Cookie

We went to the Chinese Gourmet in Murray for dinner tonight. When we were finishing up, our waitress brought us fortune cookies. Levi picked one, opened it as instructed and pulled out this fortune:

Hahaha! Amen!!

What went wrong?!?!!!

Aaaaah!
I'm a ...
Well I don't know what I am
or what I've done wrong.
My children
BOTH of them
Brace yourself
Neither of my children
(dun-dun-dun-dun)
Will eat cheesecake.

Not a biggie, you say, cheesecake is rather rich, heavy, whatever. Maybe, BUT, Aaron (a 12 month old that we babysit) inhaled one and a half pieces in the time it took me to eat my one piece. I feel that I have failed my children in some terribly important way and they will suffer for it for ... well, a long time.

I don't want to

I don't want to play on the sidewalk.

I don't want to sit on the stoop.

I don't want to lick any ice cream.

I don't want to slurp any soup.

I don't want to listen to music.

I don't want to look at cartoons.

I don't want to read any stories.

I don't want to blow up balloons.

I don't want to dig int eh garden.

I don't want to roll on the rug.

I don't want to wrestle the puppy.

I don't want to give you a hug.

I don't want to shoot any baskets.

I don't want to bang on my drum.

I don't want to line up my soldiers.

I don't want to whistle or hum.

I don't want to program my robot.

I don't want to strum my guitar.

I don't want to use my computer.

I don't want to wind up my car.

I don't want to color with crayons.

I don't want to model with clay.

I don't want to stop my not wanting ...

I'm having that kind of a day.

by Jack Prelutsky