“What am I doing that’s so annoying?” he asked, tauntingly.
We were attempting to eat a peaceful lunch. That is to say, I was attempting to eat a peaceful lunch but things had gone awry.
“Pounding on the table,” I replied.
“Pounding on the table,” he mimicked.
I was not impressed and looked the part. I put my sandwich down.
“Banging your chair against the floor,” I said, coolly.
“Banging your chair against the floor,” he repeated, mockingly.
I wiped my mouth with my napkin. My eyes narrowed.
“And, making weird noises with your mouth,” I said, a deadly calm in my voice.
“Making weird noises with your mouth,” he said, punctuating his statement with the same and watching me very closely.
I glared. His smile faltered.
“Mom? Dad’s plotting something,” he called, nervously.
- 10 July 2018