Monday, February 18, 2008

A little comic relief...

Father:  Son, sit down and eat your breakfast

 

Son:  (standing in his chair)  ooh?  Ba?  Ba?  Ba?  Oooh?

 

Father:  No.  Sit down.  Finish your breakfast.

 

Son:  (Still standing)OOH!  Ah.  Buh.  OOH!

 

Father:  Sit down.  We’re not going to play that game.

 

Son:  (yup, still standing)  AAAAAHHHHh!!!!  Uuuhhh.  (Throws waffle)

 

Father:  Fine, don’t eat the waffle.  The dog will enjoy that later.

 

Son:  eeeehehhhehhhhhHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

 

Father:  Ok, if you’re going to be that way, get down.  (Picks up son, puts son on ground)

 

Son:  (flops on ground)  WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHHHHhhhhhhHH   AHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHH   WWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(bashes head into couch)  WWWWWAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHH(Father takes newspaper into front room to finish article he’s reading)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(Father goes back into living room and turns on Disney Channel, goes to take shower and shave)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

…  (Silence…)

 

This has been a little production I like to call “The Fine Art of the Morning Temper Tantrum”.

 

Sigh.

 

Once he stopped screaming and flailing about, and after I finished shaving,

I gave him his banana and waffle, and not a second sooner.

He ate the waffle.

The dog ate the banana.

Act II begins tomorrow.

 

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