"Darry!" Pony whined. I held my finger up to my mouth to silence him and
continued with the conversation I was having on the phone.
"Darry, I gotta-" I waved my hand at him viciously, warning him not to bug me. I was on the phone with the lawyer and it was extremely hard to touch base with that guy so when I did finally get him on the phone I didn't want to be interrupted. I had about two more minutes of peace before Pony started in again. "C'mon Darry-"
"Hold on just a second." I said into the phone and put it down momentarily.
"Ponyboy! Can't you see that I'm busy?"
"Yes, but-"
"Do not bother me while I'm having a conversation." I said sternly. "I'm talking to someone important."
"But Darry!"
"What?" I asked, impatiently. What was so important that he just had to tell me that very second?
"I gotta talk to you!" He said, getting angry. I gotta talk to you right now!"
"You can wait." I said and picked up the phone. Ponyboy stomped off angrily and I finished up talking as soon as I could. Then I headed out the door for work, scooping Katherine up and summoning Soda.
"Darry, wait!" Pony yelled.
I turned back around and looked at him, standing on the front porch. "What?"
"I gotta talk to you about something. It's a matter of life and death!" You never knew in this neighborhood.
"Literally?" I asked, seriously.
"No, but-"
"Then it can wait." I said and got into the truck. "I'm already fifteen minutes late."
"Darry!" He yelled, after me as I drove down the street.
"Why won't you let him tell you?" Soda asked.
"There's no time." I said.
I dropped Katherine off and this time to my great relief she was somewhat calm. Work was hard and it was a hot day. As an estimate I'd say I tore about two or three muscles just carrying bundles of roofing up the ladder. Sometimes I'd dream about being a famous football player or working in the big city as a businessman or something. I had never imagined that I'd be roofing houses for a living. Especially on Saturday. That's right. It was Saturday and I was on top of a house, sweating like crazy.
I got off work at four thirty and went to pick up Katherine, who was happy to see me as she often was. I don't know why she wouldn't want to stay there though. That place has more toys then I've ever seen in my entire life. Ok, that's an overstatement but they do have a lot of toys.
When I got home I got a very rude welcome. "I hate you." Pony said the second I walked in the door. He was sitting in an arm chair with a book, glaring up at me.
"What on earth for?" I asked him confused.
"I hate you!" He yelled. "You're such an ass whole!"
"Pony!" I yelled, utterly shocked. What'd I do?
"I'm never talking to you again, Darry!" He yelled, throwing his book at me and running off to his room. "Never!" he yelled again before slamming the door.
"Bang!" Katherine said, when she heard it. I sighed and set her down, flopping onto the couch. "What's wrong with him?" I asked Soda, who was standing in the room silently. He just looked at me and then went to find Ponyboy. "I can't believe this." I said to myself.
"Num yum." Katherine said, patting my leg and pulling on my pant leg.
I sighed. "In a minute."
"Num yum." She said again and started to fuss.
"Ok." I said, getting up and heading towards the kitchen.
"Ike ceam." She said, following me.
I shook my head. "No ice-cream."
"Ike ceam!" She yelled, stubbornly.
"Katherine no ice-cream." I repeated, opening the fridge. I knew she understood what no met now but she sure didn't like it.
"IKE CEAM!" She yelled.
"No." I said.
She plopped down on the kitchen floor, crying. "Ike ceam! Ike ceam!" She kept yelling. I sighed. Did I really have to deal with more tantrums today? I stepped over her carefully and went back into the living room. She continued to yell and I was getting a head ache but I ignored it anyways. I knew if I gave into her that she'd just start screaming whenever she wasn't getting her way. And no I didn't read this in a baby book. This is just the way it works with all kids or at least most of them. See I have somewhat of an idea what I'm doing!
"Darry would you please make her shut-up?" Soda asked, coming out of their room.
"You wanna try?" I asked. "Be my quest."
He sighed. "Well, just give her what she wants." I shook my head. "Why not?" Soda asked.
"I'm not giving into her yelling." I said, picking up the paper.
"But she's so loud." Soda said.
"I know." I said, annoyed. It took a while but finally she stopped. I got up and poked my head into the kitchen to make sure that she was all-right. She was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. "Peanut butter?" I asked, referring to a peanut butter and honey sandwich. She sat up and looked at me for a minute but then she nodded her head. I smiled and picked her up off the floor. I'd won my first battle ever with my daughter and to be honest, I was feeling a bit proud of myself.
After I fed her and walked back to Pony and Soda's room and tried knocking on the door. "Go away, jerk." I heard Pony say.
"Ponyboy Curtis, I don't care if you're mad at me. Don't speak to me like that."
"Fine, go away 'please'." Pony said.
I sighed. "Don't you wanna tell me why you're mad at me?"
"You know why!" He yelled. "Leave me alone! I hate you!" I sighed and went back out into the living room, awaiting a long and tiring evening.
"Darry, I gotta-" I waved my hand at him viciously, warning him not to bug me. I was on the phone with the lawyer and it was extremely hard to touch base with that guy so when I did finally get him on the phone I didn't want to be interrupted. I had about two more minutes of peace before Pony started in again. "C'mon Darry-"
"Hold on just a second." I said into the phone and put it down momentarily.
"Ponyboy! Can't you see that I'm busy?"
"Yes, but-"
"Do not bother me while I'm having a conversation." I said sternly. "I'm talking to someone important."
"But Darry!"
"What?" I asked, impatiently. What was so important that he just had to tell me that very second?
"I gotta talk to you!" He said, getting angry. I gotta talk to you right now!"
"You can wait." I said and picked up the phone. Ponyboy stomped off angrily and I finished up talking as soon as I could. Then I headed out the door for work, scooping Katherine up and summoning Soda.
"Darry, wait!" Pony yelled.
I turned back around and looked at him, standing on the front porch. "What?"
"I gotta talk to you about something. It's a matter of life and death!" You never knew in this neighborhood.
"Literally?" I asked, seriously.
"No, but-"
"Then it can wait." I said and got into the truck. "I'm already fifteen minutes late."
"Darry!" He yelled, after me as I drove down the street.
"Why won't you let him tell you?" Soda asked.
"There's no time." I said.
I dropped Katherine off and this time to my great relief she was somewhat calm. Work was hard and it was a hot day. As an estimate I'd say I tore about two or three muscles just carrying bundles of roofing up the ladder. Sometimes I'd dream about being a famous football player or working in the big city as a businessman or something. I had never imagined that I'd be roofing houses for a living. Especially on Saturday. That's right. It was Saturday and I was on top of a house, sweating like crazy.
I got off work at four thirty and went to pick up Katherine, who was happy to see me as she often was. I don't know why she wouldn't want to stay there though. That place has more toys then I've ever seen in my entire life. Ok, that's an overstatement but they do have a lot of toys.
When I got home I got a very rude welcome. "I hate you." Pony said the second I walked in the door. He was sitting in an arm chair with a book, glaring up at me.
"What on earth for?" I asked him confused.
"I hate you!" He yelled. "You're such an ass whole!"
"Pony!" I yelled, utterly shocked. What'd I do?
"I'm never talking to you again, Darry!" He yelled, throwing his book at me and running off to his room. "Never!" he yelled again before slamming the door.
"Bang!" Katherine said, when she heard it. I sighed and set her down, flopping onto the couch. "What's wrong with him?" I asked Soda, who was standing in the room silently. He just looked at me and then went to find Ponyboy. "I can't believe this." I said to myself.
"Num yum." Katherine said, patting my leg and pulling on my pant leg.
I sighed. "In a minute."
"Num yum." She said again and started to fuss.
"Ok." I said, getting up and heading towards the kitchen.
"Ike ceam." She said, following me.
I shook my head. "No ice-cream."
"Ike ceam!" She yelled, stubbornly.
"Katherine no ice-cream." I repeated, opening the fridge. I knew she understood what no met now but she sure didn't like it.
"IKE CEAM!" She yelled.
"No." I said.
She plopped down on the kitchen floor, crying. "Ike ceam! Ike ceam!" She kept yelling. I sighed. Did I really have to deal with more tantrums today? I stepped over her carefully and went back into the living room. She continued to yell and I was getting a head ache but I ignored it anyways. I knew if I gave into her that she'd just start screaming whenever she wasn't getting her way. And no I didn't read this in a baby book. This is just the way it works with all kids or at least most of them. See I have somewhat of an idea what I'm doing!
"Darry would you please make her shut-up?" Soda asked, coming out of their room.
"You wanna try?" I asked. "Be my quest."
He sighed. "Well, just give her what she wants." I shook my head. "Why not?" Soda asked.
"I'm not giving into her yelling." I said, picking up the paper.
"But she's so loud." Soda said.
"I know." I said, annoyed. It took a while but finally she stopped. I got up and poked my head into the kitchen to make sure that she was all-right. She was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. "Peanut butter?" I asked, referring to a peanut butter and honey sandwich. She sat up and looked at me for a minute but then she nodded her head. I smiled and picked her up off the floor. I'd won my first battle ever with my daughter and to be honest, I was feeling a bit proud of myself.
After I fed her and walked back to Pony and Soda's room and tried knocking on the door. "Go away, jerk." I heard Pony say.
"Ponyboy Curtis, I don't care if you're mad at me. Don't speak to me like that."
"Fine, go away 'please'." Pony said.
I sighed. "Don't you wanna tell me why you're mad at me?"
"You know why!" He yelled. "Leave me alone! I hate you!" I sighed and went back out into the living room, awaiting a long and tiring evening.