"Am I in trouble?"

The boy. Jesus. How can you be mad at someone that acts just like you?

The boy and his friends were outside playing. When I got home from work, I decided to take a power nap. Usually, I do this on the couch, but somehow ended up in my bed. I like to stay on the couch so I can hear who is coming in and out of my front door. Well, I was knocked the fuck out, because I missed the drama. The boy's drama. ~SMDH~ He get it from his mama!

My phone rang, and woke me up. It was only about 6:30. It was my girlfriend (who watches some of the neighborhood kids after school, until their parents get home. She has the boy, her son (the boys best friend) and 2 other kids. Alexis and Brandon. The boy and his friend are 10. Alexis and Brandon are 7..but you would never know it. The boy and his friend are small for their age. The other 2 are the same size as them, so it's hard to remember they are only 7 in the mind. I think the boy and his little friend forget that sometimes, too.

Anyway, My girlfriend wants to know what is going on...that Brandon came to her house crying hysterically saying that the boy did something to him.
I hear the boy in his room. I ask him who was with him, and he told me he was alone.

I hang up with her and tell the boy to come here so that I can find out what went down.

Here is how he explained it to me:

"I was outside, and we were all playing football. Brandon told me that I sucked at football. When I threw the ball, he wouldn't throw it back. He told me that I suck at catching and I can't throw. I was like...whatever, and I came in the house by myself. "

He editorializes: I don't need him to tell me that I am bad at football. I am better than him..so I figured since he is so good at football, he can play by himself. That's why I came inside.

He continues: "I was in my room playing my game (video game) and Brandon knocked at the door and asked if he could come in. I let him in, and he started running his mouth again. I told him to stop being so nasty, and he said he didn't have to. He said he can say whatever he wants. I told him to GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. Brandon said .."You can't make me"...(the boy gave me the look..the i-can't-believe-that-you-just-said-that-look...the one I give him sometimes....)
so I pushed him out of my room, and to the front door. I opened the front door and pushed him out and I locked the door behind him..."

He editorializes again: How is someone gonna talk nasty to you in your own house? I.DON'T.THINK.SO...

*he pauses* ..."Am I in trouble?"

Ya know.. I just can't be mad at that.