Sunday, March 09, 2008

Table Manners

Somehow Little Brother's water cup wound up in the middle of the dinner table, and he couldn't reach it.

"Please hand Little Brother his cup," I requested.

The cup was picked up, and waved around high above Little Brother's head.

"Hey! If there's a spill, you're cleaning it up," I threatened.

"ME?" Little Brother asked.

"No, not you. The one who's playing Keep-Away with your cup."

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