We had a lovely dinner, replete with sundaes. The boys were showing off to Husband-cat while the rest of us chatted. At one point, the older boy got frustrated by his brother's plodding explanation of the rules and tried to bust in on the tete-a-tete between his brother and his uncle. Sis-in-law gently but firmly extricated him, saying it was brother's turn for uncle's attention, and he needed to calm down and butt out. The older boy, in a temper because things were being done wrong, threw down. Bro-in-law stepped in and spent some one-on-one time, but it was for naught. The kid needed to spend some cool down time in his room. He went mutinously.
He was gone maybe ten minutes when his door opened. A little arm appeared and threw a piece of paper. The door slammed. I was the only one in position to see what happened. I laughed. "That's funny, your boy just threw a piece of paper." I thought he had done it in general anger. The in-laws looked at each other. His dad sighed and went and got the paper. I stared at his mom. "What? It's just a piece of paper."
Brother-in-law handed it to me.
Why do you always neglect me?
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