Busy

"Da-ad.  Logan spi-lled," Justin announced from the next room, with an air of complete indifference.

Of course he did.

My first thought was, "Clean up on aisle three."  I chuckled but did not respond and continued with my endeavor.

"Dad!"  Ethan came bursting through the door.

Oh, what now?

"Can I have a piece of Halloween candy?  I finished all my lunch," he sang.

"Did you clear off your place at the table?" I asked.  "If you did, then yes."

"Yes," he groaned with exasperation.

The commotion was mounting.

"Dad.  Logan spilled," Justin repeated.  There was definitely more attitude this time.

That's nice.  What do you plan to do about it?

"Dad!" Justin shouted.

"What is it, Justin?!" I asked, angrily.

"Logan spilled!"

"What on earth do you possibly expect me to do about it?" I hollered, "Either help him or tell your mother!"

Good grief!

"Ethan!  What are you still doing here?"

"I'm waiting for an answer," he said irritably.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

"Yes!" I screamed.  "And close the door on your way out!  Meanwhile, I'm busy!"

What was I doing again?

Oh, right...taking a shower!

- 4 November 2012