The boys were being a bit recalcitrant about getting into bed tonight so I chased Little Man up the stairs while he shrieked and waved his DS out of my reach. Knowing that his own bedroom door didn't lock, he ran into the girls' room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I stood outside the door silently, just waiting, and because he's 9 he's impatient and sure enough, after about 15 seconds he popped the lock but didn't open the door, but rather pushed on it with all his might. He's a little guy, I'm not a little woman, so I pushed the door open enough to wedge myself in shoulder wide and just looked at him pushing and grunting and clearly using all his strength to try to push me out of the way without success. Trout glanced over her shoulder down from her upper bunk and ever so nonchalantly asked "Need a lil' backup down there, junior?"
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May 23, 2011
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rofl!
Posted by: Uncle Orca | May 23, 2011 at 10:53 PM
I like Trout's style!
Posted by: hokgardner | May 24, 2011 at 08:17 AM