So my daughter was throwing a fit this weekend because she wants to wear shorts and short-sleeved or sleeveless shirts around. Problem is, it’s mid-Autumn in our neck of the woods and it’s been pretty cold. Not as cold as some places or even some years, but cold enough dressing like it’s August is a bad idea. She didn’t like it when I said so though, and liked it even less when I made the change a rule.
When I saw her ten minutes later she was all pouty-lipped and red-nosed. She glared at me.
“What the matter?” I barked.
“Nothing!” she barked back, with what I considered too much tone for a five year-old.
“Watch your mouth!” I stunned her with sound waves and she jumped. Then I said, more softly but with a hard edge, “Now, what’s the problem?”
“I’m just in a bad mood.”
“Oh yeah? Well, let me tell you something, Missy. When you throw a fit like this because you want to wear short sleeves and dresses in the frost it ruins my mood too!”
She stomped toward her room and I shouted after her. “I don’t want to hear your fit, either, so make it silent!”
I heard not a peep, and noticed my wife shaking up a storm. “What’s funny?”
She shook her head. “’I’m in a bad mood,’ she said. A five year old!”
“I know,” I groaned. “Give me a break. The f**king Incredible Hulk thinks I have bad moods. I’m the godd**n Jason Bourne of bad moods. These people have no idea who they’re dealing with.”
That, for some reason, struck my wife as hysterical and she guffawed in her chair.
I guess I’m funny when I have bad moods.
On the bright side, however, I’m closing in on the completion of the SLRP, which isn’t so S anymore, and then – yes, then! – I’ll get to start work on my next novel. A novel! Woo! Fiction! Woo! Par-TAY!
How’s it by you? What’d you do over the weekend?
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