Nuclear Rage

Jack Frost is a little more than three months old now and destined for Freezer Camp. Consequently, he was emasculated this afternoon. He was initially unfazed but when I went out to serve dinner a couple hours later, the poor kid was channeling his inner Michael Jackson. Evidently the high frequency of his lady voice is precisely tuned to Mother Superior's nuclear rage button. Her little brush with death last weekend left her fiery disposition unscathed so she clearly doesn't care how Jack identifies or what his preferred pronouns are. He needs to stop his pathetic sissy-crying right now.