Return of the Bad Seed
The Bad Seed is back. Two days ago he was riding his scooter around my driveway (scooter? that’s what those things are called, right? the two-wheeled skateboardy thing with a big handle?) (worst description of an object ever, sorry). I gave him stinkeye the whole time, and Henry very helpfully told him, “I’m not allowed to play with you ever again for the rest of my life!” To Bad Seed’s credit, he burst out laughing, and in a good-natured “kids say the darndest things” way, not in an evil “bwa ha ha ha” way.
But then yesterday he actually rang my doorbell and asked if he could come over and play. I said, “No, Henry needs a snack” which makes little to no sense but I decided that Bad Seed is just a kid and so maybe it’s not nice to say, “Hell, no, and never ever again you little twerp.”