Leo refuses to pick up his shorts. Mean, dirty briefs. Weeks old if a day. The gauntlet is thrown after the hundredth time finding ’em on the bathroom floor. I help him with his volcano deal for a school project. I pretend it needs a bit of work. “I’ll take it to school for you!” He runs for the bus. I stick a pair of his dirty shorts in the volcano with just a bit poking out. During his presentation, no smoke. He spots the blockage and pulls out his shorts in front of the class…He doesn’t learn. I notice he always opens the cereal boxes looking for toys. He’s Russian. Once he found a toy, he expects a toy, dammit. I pre open some Frosted Flakes, put a pair of his dirty briefs in, reseal with glue gun. He spots the box as soon as he’s home, tears it open. The look on his face when he pulled out the shorts…the war went on…
