Held hostage at the dentist office.
Not really.
My son had a cleaning scheduled for after school.
In the waiting area, I mentioned that he was going to run with me later.
We have another 5K coming up.
This wasn’t in his plan for the afternoon. He planned to sit on his pa-tooty and play Minecraft for hours. For those of you who don’t know what this is — it’s crack for 9 year olds.
When I said negatory on the Minecraft Marathon, my guy lashed out in what he thought was a death blow.
He snatched my phone as the lovely hygienist arrived to ask the updating-your-file questions.
And just to irate the heck out of me — this is what he did.
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- The little dickens got my phone.
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- Smile adoringly at son. Hygenist appears.
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- Listen to nice hygenist. Try to concentrate on her questions.
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- Ugh.
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- Double ugh.
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- “And you were saying what about . . .”
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- Back to work.
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- No. I want my phone.
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- The hand.
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- Looks like the hygenist still here.
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- Smile. Yes, my children completely under my control.
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- Or will be if I could get that blasted phone.
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- Okay…nice hygenist still within earshot. Son obviously out of wingspan.
I finally wrestled my phone from the little imp.
And at home two hours later — guess who is living the vida Minecraft.
Who is that child’s mother?
