" please ! Can I get a pony!" Your daughter shouted at your husband face, mind you it was 5 am in the morning and you are very tired.

" Sweetheart, I am not buying you a pony." Your husband responds

by the looks of it Elaine was now crying now you have a toddler throwing a trantrum.

" Filio di puttana, all I wanted was a few hours of sleep" you whisper as you pick your daughter up.

" Then, let me get a filio di puttana! ( It means mother f*ucker)" She sobbed and clung into you.

Oh, no.