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“Your poutfoo is no match for me!”
It seems that The Kids found out where I hid the remote [1]. The Younger
strode into the Computer Room and headed straight for it. “No,” I said. “You
are not to get the remote.”
“But why not?” said the Younger. “I need it!” He gave me his angry pouting
stare, and sat down on the other chair in the room. Well, it's not actually
sitting per se, more of a squirming ever moving sitting.
“Do you know why I'm hiding it?”
“Yea,” he said. “Mom told us earlier.”
“So you realize it's because I hate playing ‘Find the Remote’ every single
night. So no more remote for you.”
The Younger then switched to his pouty-angry stare, sat there whining and
squirming for another few seconds, then ran off. Two minutes later he
completely forgot about the remote and was yelling at his brother to switch
the channel.
And to think I was worried that The Kids just didn't care about the remote
and my actions would have no effect.
Muahahahahahahaha.
[1]
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