“The Cocoa is Over!” Cried the voice of an upset child from one side of the large wooden kitchen, “You can’t possibly think that I can go to school on a stomach without cocoa”
The nanny who observed in disbelief how little it took for the child in her care to transform into a brat responded calmly “All I can think, and hope for, is that in fifteen minutes, you will be off to school, and I will be free of your unreasonable demands” The nanny said in a clever mood.
Seconds later, the mother rushed into the kitchen looking for all the necessary items to start her day and hurry to work, and from the back of the kitchen a voice cried “There’s no cocoa!” The mother pretending she didn’t hear the cries continued its frantic search for the loose items that seem so indispensable in her large bulky bag
“I SAID THERE IS NOT COCOA” the voice cried in a laud, sharp annoying tone that made the mother stop and look straight to the Nanny expecting that she would take care of this drama; the nanny simply occupied herself under the sink pretending to look for cleaning supplies.
“Well my dear, I am afraid you will need to go to school without your cocoa, there is vanilla shake mix still on the fridge”
“Mother” The infant voice replied “There is a reason why Vanilla is still in there, and it is the same reason why it hasn’t disappeared in the last three years… IT SUCKS” The boy replied in a rather impertinent voice.
“That’s enough of that” The mother said firmly, “You will go to school at once, and if you continue with that behavior, you will be reduced ten percent of your weekly allowance”
Having a doctor for a mother made things difficult for the angry boy who laid with a very uncomforting expression on his face “You know, other children get straight numbers deducted from their allowances!, I am in third year mother! I can’t tell percentages”
The mother looked back with an incredulous look; her boy had the aggravating gift of saying the right things for the wrong reasons. “An that finishes this conversation, and by the way, your allowance will be five pesos less than usual” the mother expressed angrily “and that for you, is 10 percent of your allowance”
The boy looked annoyed and got his calculator out of his bag to double check her mother had done her calculations right, “Well I don’t care mother, now a day, with that kind of money you can get nothing good or worthy anyways!” the boy exclaimed in his angry voice.
On the back of the room, the nanny could not do anything but to think with anger that what the spoiled boy considered to be “the kind of money you couldn’t get anything good for” was her daily salary.
The alarm clock rang and the child was rushed with relieve by the nanny on to the waiting car to take him to school. The nanny remained still, looked into her pocket and saw the 20 pesos she had just pulled out of the brat’s piggy bank and thought to herself “And this my dear, is for this morning’s drama”. She smirked satisfied.
SDIH (3/4/2008)
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