Once, my MIL gave the kids a toy weed whacker that made an unbearable grinding noise. I put up with the damn thing for months, until one of the kids made the fatal mistake of playing with it right outside the bedroom door when I was trying to take a much-needed PMS Nap. I got up, threw on a muumuu, grabbed the car keys and that damn weed whacker and went out the door without saying a word. I threw the whacker into the middle of the yard, got in the car, fired it up and drove repeatedly over the whacker until it was nothing but shards of yellow and orange plastic, got out of the car, gathered up the broken pieces and threw them dramatically into the trash can while the kids started out the window at the spectacle, mouths agape. The kids have never again dared to torture me with an annoying toy, and will whisper to one another "Don't make noise with that thing, or Mom'll drive over it!"
at 10:19 AM on Dec. 2, 2010