Scene: Tonight. My house. Post evening play in the neighborhood.
(This is, apparently, my time to think I'm always in a play or whatever. I don't know- just go with it)
Me: Kid, where is your brother?
9: [shrug] He's your kid. You're supposed to know where he is.
Me: [eyes starting to boil] Whoa. Did you just give me ATTITUDE young lady?
9: [sweet smile] I don't give you attitude. I AM AN ATTITUDE!
Me: [whispering to self] I am raising myself. [to 9} Go find him please.
My daughter was just playing around, BTW. We have a weird relationship. Don't judge.
Some time later:
Me: [from top of stairs] KID! DID YOU FIND HIM YET?
9: [materializing from shadows of entryway] Yes.
Me: I don't like it when you do that.
9: [smirk] He's in the garage.
Me: [tromping down the stairs and into the garage] Hey, babe. What... WHAT.
Boy: I'm helping. Only... I can't shut the fridge.
Me: Yeah. Um. Because you've got FOUR CASES OF WATER shoved in it.
Boy: Are you proud of me?
Me: You have no idea.
Boy: [beams]
Lord, have mercy. Please?
Me: I don't like it when you do that.
9: [smirk] He's in the garage.
Me: [tromping down the stairs and into the garage] Hey, babe. What... WHAT.
Boy: I'm helping. Only... I can't shut the fridge.
Me: Yeah. Um. Because you've got FOUR CASES OF WATER shoved in it.
Boy: Are you proud of me?
Me: You have no idea.
Boy: [beams]
Lord, have mercy. Please?
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