Screaming at the Wind: 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

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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

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

… (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.

Screaming at the Wind