“Get off me!”
The boy was upset. He was playing on his DS and the lass had come over to watch him. If you’ve ever seen a DS, then you know that it’s not exactly and iPad. Heck, it’s not even an iPhone. So in order to watch someone play, the other person has to almost become a Siamese twin. It makes for an amusing spectacle when multiple kids are around watching some Mario-warrior to their thing. Five or six kids all crowded around another, all of them squinting at a sub 3-inch diagonal screen.
The lass was in Siamese twin mode, almost sitting on her brother watching him play. It was hot today so the boy demanded was clearly being unreasonable when he asked for a little space. The lass let him know about his unreasonableness by not moving.
The Wife then chimed in by telling her to go do something.
The lass, never one to be shrugged off so easily, commented “I don’t know what else to do.” She didn’t move either.
So now it was my turn. Luckily, the lass had provided for me them means of her undoing. I said “Well, let me tell you something not to do: watch your brother playing the DS.”
That did it.
With a great harumph and display of annoyance she got up and stomped away, muttering dark murmurings about “nothing to do around here.” The Wife rolled her eyes. I shrugged. The boy played.
The lass fumed.
She left the room, no doubt figuring to punish us with her absence.
After about 30-minutes of tranquility, I got up to check a batch of refreshed starter and figured I check in on what she’d been doing. I found her in the front room. Lying on the couch. Sleeping.
A good cure for grouchiness.