Sam enters the living room cradling two fists full of crumpled one dollar bills.
“What’s that, Sam?”
“Jack wants to know if he can come out of time out if he gives you ‘dis.”
A snort escapes me as I watch Jason struggle to arrange his face into a suitably serious mask.
“Tell Jack he can come out when I say he can come out and not a minute before.”
Sam, troops back down the stairs to relay the message and return the loot. Jack eventually makes it out of time-out. And I wonder what on earth I’ll do for entertainment when there are no little boys treading the boards of our “home theater.”