Ch 7 And then Sly and Doris really pull out the big, mean guns that make Primo ask first thing in the morning, “Why are they so mean to me?”

Sly emails: You are a bad son.

Doris emails: Everything sucks and I get despondent. We are ignoring Christmas for the most part, although I will put up a few decorations.  

(Not making this up. Really happened.)