It all started as a joke on Facebook. I was discussing the pros and cons of filing a report against that woman who hit my truck, and Michael said, “Babe, maybe we should have the kids fill out reports instead of tattling to us every five minutes. Let’s make it a house-law. Daisy will need extra forms of course.” Funny guy, eh? But it got me thinking . . .
And so was born The Complaint Box:
I made up some simple complaint forms on the ol’ computer, printed off a bunch and informed the offspring that heretofore, they will be required to put their complaints in written form and lodge them in The Complaint Box. The first batch of forms was dispatched before the sun went down. Here is a random sampling:
Translation: “It is not fair that Lilah has Play-Doh. And I want to go to a restaurant right now.” Ahhh, Annabelle. As Mrs. Phillips would say, this is not your personal best!
You can make these handy complaint forms yourself! Come on, you know you want to!