TUG OF WAR!!!

SILVER: Come on POP!!! TUG OF WAR!!!

Me:        Silver, I’m tired.

SILVER: DON’T CARE!! TUG OF WAR!!!

Me:        But you always win.

SILVER: NOT MY PROBLEM!! TUG OF WAR!!!

Me:        Silver, all you want to do is play with an old sock I was going to throw out.

SILVER: YEP!!! TUG OF WAR!!!

Me:        Where are the toys you got for Christmas?

SILVER: HID ‘EM ALL! FORGET WHERE! TUG O’WAR!!!!!

Me:        And last Christmas?

SILVER: DITTO!!! TUG O’WAR!!!!!

Me:        Silver, I want you to look at that big bin over there. It’s filled with all the toys I and others have bought for you. Toys that squawk. Toys that oink. Toys that cock-a-doodle-do. There are HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS worth of toys in that bin just waiting to be played with. I want you to pick one and play with it. Alone!

SILVER: Fine.

Me:        Good.

SILVER: I’ll pick a toy and leave you alone.

Me:        That’s my boy. Now pop can take a well deserved na….

SILVER: But first ….

Me:        Oh, for the love of God, no.

SILVER: TUG OF WAR!!!

Me:        ((sigh)) Just give me the dry end.