on Sunday, she woke me up yelling that she had to get her parents to spend her first day off since her grandmother's funeral moving her stuff because we were "evicting" her. She then got up in X-teen's grill when she tried to explain we meant no harm in boxing up the shit she'd spread all over the hallway. She had a stunning third grade tantrum and repeated X-teen's words in the dreaded Retard Voice while making "Blah Blah" gestures with her hands. I just sat there stunned by the realization that we had been living with an Eight year old, all the while praying "Please don't hit her, Xteen. She'll put us on Cops". The next day she had the balls to appologize to X-Teen for saying "some things I wish I hadn't said". X-teen decided that she'd be the better person and accept the appology and some of the blame for the incedent.