"Vrroooommm!" snarled Caillou. "Vrooom!"

Caillou was happily playing up in his room with his blocks and cars. He had already built what had to be the tallest block tower in the whole world; now he was pushing his toy dump truck around and around the tower.

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Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mommy was fixing a nice, HEALTHY lunch of cauliflower, broccoli, and carrots. Except for the sound of a knive slicing into vegetables, it was absolutely quiet in this part of the house.

Daddy broke the silence. "Hey!" he said, "Where's Caillou?"

"Ca-oo! Ca-oo!" yelled little Rosie, banging her training cup on the tray of her high chair. She was just starting to talk, so instead of "Caillou," she said "Ca-oo." And instead of "dump truck," she said...well, something else.

"Good idea!" Daddy began to set the plates and glasses of milk on the table. "I'll call him down here."

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"Vraammmroooommaaahh! EeEeE-eee-EEEEEEeeeeYAAAAAAUUUUURRGGGHHHHHH!" he screeched, ramming his truck into the tower, causing it to collapse. He had no idea what his voice sounded like at this point (you guessed it, like damn nails scraping on a motherfrickin' chalkboard) and didn't give a flip.

"Caillou!" called Daddy from downstairs. "Lunchtime!"

But Caillou didn't hear him, and he started to rebuild his tower so he could crash his truck into it again.

Daddy thought Caillou couldn't hear him, so he called louder. "Caillou!"

This time, Caillou actually heard Daddy. But he couldn't come right now. He had to finish his castle.

"In a second, Daddy!" he called back, as he placed a triangular purple block on the first tower of his castle. Caillou was very proud as he admired his work. Two more towers and a drawbridge, and he'd be finished.

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Six minutes passed, and Daddy was beginning to grow very impatient with his son. "Caillou," he shouted, putting more firmness into his voice, "Rosie's already halfway done eating. Get down here now, or your food will get cold."

Still no response.

Daddy was starting to get a little angry, so he walked out of the kitchen and marched right up the stairs, straight towards Caillou's room.

Meanwhile, Caillou was busy working on the second tower of his castle when he looked up and saw the giant foot of Daddy stomp right into his bedroom and knock over his entire castle.

Caillou gasped, close to tears over his hard work being destroyed. "Look what you did!" He sniffled.

"Caillou..." said Daddy through clenched teeth, fuming silently but noticeably, "come downstairs right now."

Caillou finally let a tear escape his eye after a long, hard battle of fighting it. "But I want to plaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy!" he whined to his father. (Nails on da 'board again!)

"Shut UP, Caillou!" screamed Daddy, unable to keep his temper under control any longer. "You CAN'T PLAY NOW! YOU have GOT to EATTTTTTT!" He then forcefully grabbed Caillou's leg and literally dragged the kid out of his room.

"NOOOO!" wailed Caillou, protesting.

"Shut it!" replied Daddy.

Caillou's fingernails scraped along the hall floor, leaving long scrape-lines down the entire length of the passageway, as he desperately tried to get away, but his efforts were fruitless. He knew he wouldn't be playing anymore anytime soon.