Monday, October 22, 2007

Mr. Snag, Your Straitjacket Is Ready

Last night, after finishing the dishes and the laundry and getting the Crockpot going for tonight's dinner, I came downstairs to watch a little television. Silly me. There was the remote lying in the middle of the floor, missing its back and its batteries.

Irritating, but not fatal. Except in our house, where the boys long ago broke the TV set's on/off switch.

This afternoon the kids got home from school and tried to turn on the xBox. No luck. It was unplugged, the power cord hidden.

"What's wrong with this piece of crap?" demanded the middle one. His older brother left, wanting no part of whatever lecture was coming.

"Nothing," I said. "It's turned off until someone finds the back of the remote." As an afterthought, "Watch your language."

Five minutes of looking didn't locate it. Demonstrating admirable resolve, the middle one gave up and left to sell cookie dough and frozen pizza to the neighbors. The class trip to D.C. is next spring.

"This is stupid," said the youngest.

"No it's not," I replied. "I'm tired of throwing money down the drain. You guys break lights, you break televisions, you put holes in the wall. Why should I let you use the xBox? You'll just break that."

"Exactly!" said the youngest, who equates certainty with logic.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"We haven't broken the xBox."

"Right. That's why I unplugged it." I picked up the plastic scimitar he got with his Halloween costume and pretended to behead our dog.

"Stop it!" he shrieked, hurling himself on top of her. "Katie hates you."

"It's mutual," I said. "Why don't you go find the rest of the remote?"

"Why don't you give me the xBox cord"? he asked.

"I need it to keep me alive when I have a stroke," I said.

"I'll unplug you."

"Good. We'll all be happier."

"I'm going to get a scholarship," he said, abruptly changing the subject.

"Really? Where?"

"A baseball school. Arizona or Stanford."

"Super. I'll come live with you."

"You can't. Mom can though. Then I'll be a professional baseball player and I'll change my name."

"You don't need to change your name. I'm going to do that for you."

"To what?" he asked warily.

"I'm not sure yet. Probably Flounder Ploop Ploop."

He glared at me. "How much does a personalized license plate cost?"

"It depends. What do you want it to say?"

"I H8 DAD."

"You're so precious," I said.

The middle one walked in, his sales finished for the day. "I'm precious?" he asked.

"No, you're smelly. Go take a shower."

"I sold $200 worth of stuff today," he said.

"Perfect. You can buy a new remote."

"That's just crazy," he said.

"That's because he's crazy," said the youngest.

"You're right," said his brother. "Let's go find the crazy person's remote."

They went to look. I muttered, "If I'm not crazy I will be soon." Katie heard me and rolled on her back. I scratched her belly with the tip of the sword. At least one of us usually gets what we want.


Anonymous said...

"Flounder Ploop Ploop"-

Thats what we called my friend Jim's outfield arm.

Of course my nickname was "Rally Killer."

Kathleen said...

"I H8 DAD."


zombie rotten mcdonald said...

We stopped at one, Snag.

We figured out where they were coming from.


Anonymous said...

"Rally Killer"!! :) Poor Pinko.

Hey Snag- want to trade for awhile? I've got moody girls!! Could be what you need to appreciate those insane boys!

I'll take Katie, too.

Chuckles said...

One week with me in the Carpathian Alps of Transylvania and your kids will come back back obedient, grateful to be alive and happy to be eating food they can't identify.

Brando said...

Can't someone film this? ABC is going to need a replacement show when Cavemen gets canceled, and this is 1000 million percent funnier.

Snag said...

One week overseas with my kids and we'll have another front in the War on Terror.

"Rally Killer." That's a good one. I can't wait until baseball season comes around next year.

BP and Jennifer, how about a three-way trade? I give my kids and dog to Jennifer, she gives her kids to BP, and I go to a concert and tell you both about it?

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

No go. I'd still have a dog.

Maybe Lucifer the Dog can go to your neighbor with the bloody garage.

Anonymous said...

I'd take Lucifer.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Okay, Jennifer takes Snag's kids, BOTH of our dogs, and Snag and I go to a concert, but that's my FINAL OFFER!!

Anonymous said...

"Exactly!" said the youngest, who equates certainty with logic.


Great line.

Anonymous said...

Nice try, BP. Who are you going to go see? The Eagles?

Kathleen said...

the Eagles are so 1992