Drabble:76
POV:Third Person
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes. And that's final!", the woman announced, crossing her hands in front of her body in a gesture of finality. But her three-year old son remained undeterred.
"No"
"Masey!"
"Mom!", he replied in the exact same tone, narrowing his eyes at his mother. Rose glared at her son a minute before throwing her hands in the air nonchalantly.
"Fine, have it your way then. I guess you don't wanna go over to Aunt Mia's then."
Mason-Ivan Belikov scoffed, unimpressed and rolled his chocolate brown eyes. "Nice try, mommy."
"You think I'm joking?", Rose challenged her son, quirking an eyebrow (a skill that she'd managed to muster after a couple thousand nights spent in her husband's bed….okay, so maybe they were otherwise occupied and she wasn't trying too hard. So what?)
"Let's be reasonable here.", Mason-Ivan said, sitting up straighter and clasping his hands the exact way Dimitri did when he had something important to say. "Uncle Adrian is taking Aunt Sage and Jilly out, which means Uncle Eddie is going too. Aunty Liss is busy and Grammie has duty. Uncle Chris has classes, which eliminates Daddy too. So, you're gonna have to leave me with Aunt Mia."
"Or I could just leave you with Grandpa.", Rose countered, flashing a quick smile at her husband at her son's grown-up manners. Said husband, who was watching this almost daily ritual between his son and wife, returned her smile with a gorgeous one of his own that still made her heart skip a beat.
"You wouldn't.", Mason-Ivan said petulantly, reclaiming Rose's attention. "Remember that fish that Uncle Chris left him to watch for just 40 minutes? 40 minutes, Mom! And it died. You sure you'll leave me alone with Gramps?"
"You're right, I wouldn't.", Rose shuddered, thinking about the poor fish Abe had miraculously managed to kill while just watching it.
"So, your argument is invalid.", the three-year-old concluded sagely. "Now, can I go watch TV?"
"Not so fast, Masey!", Rose ordered, stopping her son's hasty exit to the den.
"Mom!", Mason whined, pouting a little, but Rose remained unswayed.
"No"
"Yes", Mason stomped his foot for effect.
"Mason Ivan Belikov! Sit your behind down at the table right now!"
Mason glared at his mother (calculatingly) a minute before calmly turning to his father. "Daddy, will you tell mom she's being utterly unreasonable?"
"Dimitri, will you tell your son he's being ridiculous?", Rose said, still looking at her son.
When Dimitri looked up from the file he was perusing, both Rose and Masey were looking at him expectantly, arms folded across their chest in identical stances. "What is it this time?"
"I made him a sandwich and-", Rose began, only to be interrupted by Masey.
"It has cucumbers. I'm not having it."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not. Besides, yours doesn't have cucumber either.", Mason pointed out.
"I don't like cucumber.", Rose reasoned.
"I don't like them either."
"You're not old enough to know what you like.", Rose pronounced in her mother-knows-best-voice.
"Well, if you're not having them, neither am I.", Masey planted his hands on his hips. Before Rose could reply, Dimitri (thankfully) spoke.
"How about you both have some tomatoes, then?", Dimitri interrupted the conversation which could very well go on till noon (and then they'd bicker about lunch).
They both shot him horrified looks and Rose quickly piled some cucumber slices in her sandwich and handed Masey his sandwich. She gobbled it in seconds then ran out of the kitchen with Mason right on her heels, both giving the plate of sliced tomatoes on the table a wide berth.
Dimitri smirked after they left (undoubtedly to watch Spongebob Squarepants in the den) and closed his file, taking his coffee cup to the sink. He couldn't help but think smugly that the tomato threat worked every time. Like mother, like son indeed….
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Tomatoes, anyone? :p