Dear upstairs neighbors,
Please at least attach a helmet to your child's head when you let him trip and fall over every single dust bunny and piece of lint on the floor.
It sounds like a bag of marbles comes tumbling across the floor every couple of hours.
I'm all for bowling indoors with your noggin, but not when it's nearly midnight and I'm trying to sleep.
Thanks,
Me.
P.S. At least let the kid cry instead of yelling at him. I'm looking for the CPS number as we speak.
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