May 1, 2010

Genetic Predisposition

Earlier today, I walked into the room and found Lil Sippy Cup in the middle of a terrible fist fight with an invisible foe.

Me: "Uhmmmmm, what are you doing?"

Lil Sippy Cup (swinging his tiny fists): "Fighting!"

Me: "Yeah, I figured that part out.  Who exactly are you fighting?"

Lil Sippy Cup (still swinging violently): "The bugs!  The bugs!  I'm fighting the bugs!"

Me (all sense of manhood leaving me): "There's a bug in the room?!"

Lil Sippy Cup (letting out a yell eerily reminiscent of John Rambo): "Aaarrgh!  Yes!"

After carefully assessing the situation, I realized that I was clearly the adult in the room and therefore the "responsible one" so I summoned up the courage and walked over to the window. 

And that's when I saw them.

Drifting through the sunlight, there were dust particles flying through the air.  Tiny, almost microscopic, particles of dust, visible only when they floated in the rays of sunshine entering the room.

Yes, that's right, my son was literally locked in an epic battle with dust this morning.

On a related note, Lil Sippy Cup may or may not have inherited Mr. Cufflink's hatred of dust.  More reports from the battlefield are sure to follow.

1 comment:

brick said...

quite possibly one of the funniest things I have ever read...classic