A weekend indoors..

Its been the kind of weekend that has kids who bounce off walls cooped up in the house thanks to the incessant rains, and consequently ensuring they do all they can to have their unsuspecting parents tear their hair out. The brat nearly had me bald this weekend. It began on Saturday morning, with a can I call my friends over or can I go to my fren's house. This before he'd done anything with toothbrush and toothpaste about the dogbreath. Or the child version of dogbreath.

Mamma naturally disagreed. She informed him that he had tasks at hand. Primary among which were ingesting his milk, attending to his daily personal hygeine, downing a healthy breakfast, and completing the sheafs of papers that came as homework. A piteous howl of protest ensued and he rolled around on the bed like one in the throes of a monster attack with an invisible monster. "No, no, no. I want to go tu my frens house. Mamma was firm. Mamma was Cruella de Ville. Mamma did not account for incessant whining which could even wear down more highly evolved souls. So bathing, feeding and part of homework was dispensed with at top speed and a pintsized was summoned over.

Much joy and happiness and playing of random fighting games happened. The room, one was shocked to see when one peeped in, was a carpet of scattered toys with little floor space visible beneath. One gasped, deposited the bowl of popcorn one was carrying and returned back to clean floor tiles.

After the playing was done and over, squabbles and fighting ensuring some tears and hurt egos, and calls to despatch pintsized back to his abode had happened, the brat came upto Mamma. "I am very angry. I am not going to go to pintsized house when he calls me."

"Why so, brat?" asked Mamma. All concerned that a massive row had broken out that no amount of pep talking would be able to solve.

"He's nod my fren now. He's only fighting wid me."

"But why is he fighting with you?" asked Mamma. Constant fighting didnt seem to be pintsized's modus operandi.

"He wants to be Dragon Warrior. I want to be Bruce. He's nod listening to me and being Joker. He dont know I am Bruce Ween?"