As far as who is the most tiresome kid ever I always thought it was Crumpet being ferried everywhere in private limousine, dining toute seule by barnlight in the grain bin, taking private piano lessons, wearing dog coats with dog turtlenecks underneath, mewing for her chauffeur at dinner time, ratting out any friendly thrashings she might receive. Crumpet, hands down.
But just when you think the brat bar has been set so high that no one else will ever come near it, along comes June.
Along comes June. Homely monkey-faced hoodlum with ears like two kites.
That is all I can say for now because it sticks in my craw. I will have to tell more later.