Hoisting the mattress down from the top bunk, I began to change the sheets. Logan sat at my feet, a pair of scissors in one hand and his brother's hand-made blanket in the other. I glanced down just in time to see him line the scissors up and begin to cut.
"Don't you dare!" I shouted, desperate to stop him without letting go of the mattress. "You put those scissors down right this instant!"
Logan, apparently unfazed, looked up at me.
"Say the magic words," he sang, wearing a grin like a Cheshire cat and re-aligning the scissors.
"Put them down instantly," I said in a low, deadly growl, lips pursed so tightly they barely moved, "or I will spank - your - bottom."
There was a split seconds pause and his smile faltered.
"Those are the right magic words," he said, relinquishing both objects.
- 7 October 2012
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