The brat got off the school bus with two holes in the school uniform that hadn’t been there when he’d got on the bus in the morning.
When I asked him (with a slight frost in my voice) he told me that a “Screaming Death” had made the holes.
For the uninitiated, a Screaming Death is one from the stable of Dreamworks Dragons. It’s an ultimate badass dragon ergo also the love of MLM’s life ever since he laid his dragon-loving eyes on it.
Anyhoo he flat out refused to tell me how his school uniform happened to get ruined in that holey fashion and kept saying it was the dragon who did it. I told him that because of his behavior the tv was off-limits and I wasn’t going to talk to him till he told me the truth. And he threw a tantrum. A typical one with the screeching and minor feet stomping.
And then it got atypical. He sat and watched me ignore him for a bit and got out his trolley bag. Then this is the conversation that took place between us:
MLM-“Ok Ayu. I’m leaving.”
MLM- I’m going to count to 3 and you are going to put the tv for me.
Me- snorts in derision. “Yeah…not going to happen kid.”
MLM- ONE. TWO. THREEEEEE! Ok. FINE! I leaving now.
MLM- while making a show of pulling his suitcase along and grumbling the entire time, “I’m not going to be your friend,grumble grumble. I’ll go and live in Kolkata (where my parents live) and never come home again!grumble grumble. I’ll watch tv there every day because (mentioning his grandmother’s name) loves me and you are MEAN!!”
Me- So go already. Bye.
MLM- Going till the main door and struggling to open the lock. “Open the door! I can’t leave, it’s locked.”
Me- opening the door for him…”Don’t forget your shoes. Bye”.
MLM- Struggling to get his trolley over the doorway…Ayu help me. I can’t leave…”
Me- Helps him put the bag outside the door and leaves.
MLM- Comes back in a bit and says, “I’m hungry”. I want to be your friend again. Please give me peanut butter and jam sammich?”
Me- So when do you want to leave the house and go stay in Kolkata?
MLM- I’ll go tomorrow. After the birthday party (mentions a friend’s birthday party he’s supposed to attend tomorrow).
Me- rolls eyes heavenward and goes to make PB&J sandwich.
Two minutes later I get a hug and someone plants a kiss in the vicinity of my hip and says you’re my best friend. These sammiches are DE-LI-SHUS!
And life goes on.