I’m sitting here reading some email and the boy asks me his favorite question:
“Can I play the DS?”
Now, his Grandfather is visiting and we’ll be leaving in about 5 or 10 minutes for his swimming lesson. Plus, he and his sister have played a lot of video games this Summer because we’ve relaxed the rules for their Summer. So I told him “No.”
He then, with all the earnestness of man whose just crossed the desert being denied a drink of water, asked me “How come you never let us play the DS?”
It’s too bad I can’t do animations adequately, because the arc my neck traced from my computer screen as I shifted focus to the boy has to be something out of a Looney Tune. The exaggerated motion had the desired effect, because the boy knew his error even before I spoke.
“Are you really going to sit there and claim you never play the DS?”
“Nevermind,” he muttered as he raised the white flag.
If only all the battles could be won so easily.