The Rubber Band Punishment
Saturday, August 05, 2006
When I was little, my tutor used to snap a rubber band upon my hand everytime I forget to complete my homework. Those days are gone, but tonight, my past was brought back thanks to Rebel.
An hour ago, Rebel, who was resting on the sofa with me, leaped across to the armchair (where my legs were resting upon) and bite my dad who was walking pass. Instinctively, my dad grabbed the nearest object he could find, and was about to swing it across Rebel's face when he realised it was just a harmless teddy bear.
Yes, I happen to have a teddy bear in the living room. It belongs to Rebel.
Anyway, back to the story. My dad dropped the teddy bear and went into the kitchen. When he reappeared, he was armed with a rubber band, grinning from ear to ear like Saddam with a AK-47. Aim properly, I warned. Either he didn't hear me, or he was blind. I got hit instead.
Thanks huh, sonny boy.
An hour ago, Rebel, who was resting on the sofa with me, leaped across to the armchair (where my legs were resting upon) and bite my dad who was walking pass. Instinctively, my dad grabbed the nearest object he could find, and was about to swing it across Rebel's face when he realised it was just a harmless teddy bear.
Yes, I happen to have a teddy bear in the living room. It belongs to Rebel.
Anyway, back to the story. My dad dropped the teddy bear and went into the kitchen. When he reappeared, he was armed with a rubber band, grinning from ear to ear like Saddam with a AK-47. Aim properly, I warned. Either he didn't hear me, or he was blind. I got hit instead.
Thanks huh, sonny boy.
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10:54 AM
hahahaha. sounds like a slapstick comedy. rebel's feisty. why did he bite your dad anyway?