Part Thirteen: Devlin versus Dad
Rated: K+
Devlin sat in his groundation pen, an energy construct, pouting. He had no toys, the television was on a major news network, and the animals were outside. He was absolutely bored.
"PPPAAAAPPPPAAAA!" he suddenly cried out.
"Nuh uh, Dev," Kevin leaned against the door jam, drying his hands with a dish towel, "that's not gonna work on me runt. You screwed up and now you have ta deal with it."
"Why Mama mad?" his lower lip began to tremble; that always broke the adults.
"We've told you; you could've gotten hurt very badly. We told you not to run off and you did anyways so…" Kevin shrugged, being unaffected by the quivering lip, "Believe or not this is for your own good."
"Kenny never in trouble!"
"He never disobeys his parents either."
Devlin pouted once more, crossing his arms; this made the older Levin laugh.
"You mean!"
"Kid, you have no idea."
"Mama not mean!"
"No, she's not. But you still ain't getting out early. Give up."
"No."
"I so wish you never learned that word."
"Hate you."
"What are you? A teenager? Oh well, you don't mean that."
"What if do?"
"You'll grow outta it; besides sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."
"You stupid."
"'Course I am, 'course I am," Kevin chuckled again. Go with the flow.
The alarm went off, signaling that a call from the office was coming in.
Still chuckling, Kevin went to deal with it. Devlin was kind of stunned, he had never lost to an adult before.