So Annoying

“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