Rule# 7 "Common sense is your best sense."
"Ezra, would you mind telling me how this happened?"
He winced. Her tone was polite, too polite. "I may have. . ."
Her expression soured as he trailed off into unintelligible mumbles.
"Let's try this. Were you doing something you were supposed to be doing?"
"No," he answered sullenly.
"Was it something you needed to do?"
"No."
"Was it a smart thing to do?"
". . .no."
"So why," she asked, her voice tightening. "Did you do it?"
"I, ah. . .wanted to?"
She slapped a hand over her face and sighed, looking at him through her fingers. He was hanging there, upside down, face slowly getting redder and redder as he waited for her to help him down. Honestly, if she hadn't been so worried she'd be laughing right and she would later, after she heard exactly how this had happened.
"New rule," her lips twitched as various ideas on how he'd gotten himself into this situation popped into her head. "Common sense is your best sense, so use it, ok?"
"Got it. Can you help me down now?"
"I don't know, after this little display I think your brain needs all the help it can get."
"Come on," he whined, fingers stretching as if he was trying to grab the ground. She poked him in the side, laughing as he yelped and tried to wiggle away, but only managed to make himself slowly spin in place.
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