janradder

Round 1:
So

haddayr and I were sitting at the dinner table tonight, talking about what we might do to help make our home more wheelchair accessible.

"You know, I hate to say it," Haddayr said, "but we might have to tear down that deck."

"We will not tear down the deck," Arie announced. "I will not allow it."

Ten minutes later, after lots of explaining about why the deck might need to come down in the future and lots of understanding language about how we knew this was a hard idea for Arie to accept, he stated, "Fine. But if that deck comes down, I'm going to make whoever pays for it leave this house."

And he gave me a very significant glance to let me know that he was talking about me.

"You know, Arie," said Haddayr. "Who do you think will be paying for it."

Arie looked a little confused.

"I will," Haddayr told him. "So you'll have to kick me out of the house."

He looked at her deflated, his scheme to finally get me out of the way now quite demolished.

Match point, parents.

Round 2:
After losing that battle, he tried a different tack as I went into the kitchen to start the dishes. As I filled the sink, I heard him arguing once more about how we just could not be allowed to take down the deck.

"Arie?" I asked, stepping back into the dining room.

"Yes," he said, suspiciously.

"What did Professor Poopypants change Éiden's name to?"

"Crusty Gigglebuns," he said.

"And what was your name?"

"Stinky Gigglebuns."

And with that, all thought of the deck was gone. Time for cartoons.

Match point and game.