This time the title is less literal you will be glad to know.
Anyone who thought that the penalty shootout between Paraguay and Japan was dramatic should have been there for the battle of wills between Hannah and Fat Chops. Our presses under the sink are angled in such a way that we can't put child locks on them. That means we have to rely on discipline and on Sunday evening, before he took ill, Fat Chops felt like testing the boundaries. He opened both of them wide and made like he was going to start exploring, Hannah caught him and asked him to close the doors. He looked at her, measured what she was saying and decided to continue his exploration. Hannah raised her voice slightly and deepened her tone.
"Close the door please."
He looked up again and found himself caught in her steely gaze. What to do now? He knew that she wasn't playing around but there were a bunch of colourful bottles beckoning him into the press. They caught eyes and stared each other down. Myself and Monkey Boy were on the other side of the kitchen transfixed and afraid to make any noise. Eventually, Hannah broke the tense silence.
"Close. The. Door. Please."
I started to feel sorry for the poor child, he shouldn't have to make these tough decisions. He's not even two yet! Hannah sensed that he was starting to waiver and pressed home her advantage.
"CLOSE. THE. DOOR."
Finally, he broke and slowly, reluctantly closed the presses but in the back of my head I heard what sounded a lot like Stewie Griffin's voice.
"You may have won the battle this time wench, but the war is far from over."
As the saying goes, he didn’t lick his stubborn streak off a stone. It’s going to be interesting to see how the battles pan out down the road.
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