Peej,

You really treated me poorly by ignoring me unless I was of some service to you, and allowing the kids to just walk all over me. I could have had a wonderful time seeing the sights, but you blocked my view and stifled my fun. I was many things to you, and I never received a thank you. You pounded on me, dragged me through grass and dirt and mud, shoved me in a truckbed with the cover closed and locked me in. Did I get anything when you went shopping? No, but I was expected to sit there and be good and carry your things. You spilled your drinks on me, put hot food on me, and I had the indignity of having a dirty diaper placed on me as if I couldn't smell it. I am not even sorry that when you fell carrying your son that I hurt you in your fall. I hope it hurt, just as being locked in the garage hurts me. I am meant to be seen and be of purpose, and you disregard that except when you need someone to do your dirty work for you. If I could I would leave you. I'd roll right out of here and never look back. I hope you're satisfied with yourself, and that your knee hurts from falling on me.

Spitefully,
Your wagon