The Tantrum Show

Recently I was sitting on the couch in our family room.  The Banana was sitting near the fireplace, looking at a book.

Mr. SP came in and asked for something.  The answer was no.  He fussed and grouched and slammed things around.

A few minutes later YaYa came in.  She was upset about something regarding her homework and loudly proclaimed her case about how it was unjust before stomping  back to the computer to work again.

Mr. TOF was practicing the piano.  He finished, except that he wasn’t actually finished, so when he entered the room I sent him back to the piano to actually finish.  He fussed.  Of course.

I sighed.  I looked over at The Banana.  She was sitting there with a smug look on her face.  “What’s up?”  I asked wearily.

“Oh  . . . . nothing at all.  I’m just sitting here watching the tantrum show.  It’s definitely more entertaining than watching TV.”