Oh, no, you can't, young lady.

Some of you may remember the Wild Child of the West from the story of her first lie, followed soon thereafter by her first fairy tale trash-talking...and now she's back again on her whirlwind path of rebellion. If you are of a conservative nature, I don't recommend reading further, as the obscene language below may offend:

As her family is preparing for their move, Autumn's mother starts dismantling the crib, and Autumn really wants to help...

Little 'this is how I roll' Long: Mama, where's my screwdriver?

Mom: Not sure, go check your playroom.

Autumn: Okay.

After rummaging around, she returns triumphant, tool in hand: "Yay! Now I can screw!"

Five minutes later downstairs...

"Where can I screw?"



And you thought carpenters were dirty.