I am cross with this tree. It's in the way.
I wish someone would come and remove it from my view of the mud.

Hrrrmph.

The Child: You have to be my friend.
Moi: Oh yeah? I'm not your friend, I'm your mum...
The Child: Yeah. You're stuck with me as your friend because I'm the only one who likes you!

Ok. Well now I'm going to the garden to eat worms...