Too Old For This Crap

Part 3

 

            Wha-at, what’d I do-ooo?” Josh wailed.

            “What’d you do?” I echoed in shock as I dragged him down the hall. “Did the aftershock of your little stunt knock your memory loose or something?”

            Aww, come on, I wasn’t that bad,” he protested.

            I stopped, nearly unable to speak, I was so blown away. “Okay,” I said finally, holding up my fingers and thumbs like a goalpost, “let’s just pretend, for the sake of argument, that one can actually still recognize my file room. Let’s even imagine briefly, that all the work I’ve done trying to file my memories here in said subconscious file room has not been completely disintegrated by a literal bomb of sound. Even if we threw away the fact that you could have killed everyone within a mile of my physical body, you are still left with the fact that you should have never been in there foolin’ around in the first place! And you wanna tell me you weren’t that bad?”

            Stevie did it, too!”

            Stevie doesn’t live here!” I said. “Stevie’s lucky he made it back to Jerry’s subconscious alive, I’m so mad at you two. And if I were you, I’d be more worried about myself than somebody I may never see again in life.”

            “Alright, so I’m in trouble,” he groaned.

            “Joshua, my boy,” said I, continuing our trek to Josh’s room-now-become-juvenile-detention-cell, “if you expand your definition of trouble to include a series of grueling punishments which are going to last the rest of your lifetime plus the lifetimes of several senior citizens...then, yeah, we could effectively say then that you are ‘in trouble’, as you so lightly put it.”

            What!” he protested. “All you have to do is recreate the whole room in your mind and it’s back to normal!”

            “It’s the principle of the thing, Josh!” I replied. “You can’t just go around breaking rules without suffering the consequences. Now go to your room.”

            “Man, your rules suck,” muttered Josh under his breath.

            “Excuse me?” I said, whirling on him.

            Nothin’,” he replied sullenly.

            “Oh, no, I heard you,” I said. “And if you don’t like these rules, then you can get out!”

            “And go where?” he protested.

            “That’s right, and go where? Nowhere, because anywhere you go, you’ll still be just a little boy who needs to learn some respect and responsibility!” I grimaced fiercely at him and pointed to the door. “Now you get your little narrow behind in that room and think about your attitude, ‘cause as long as your living under MY roof, you’ll follow MY rules and LIKE it!”

            Josh could see he’d overstepped his boundaries, so he turned as angrily as he could without being disrespectful and plopped down on his bed with his arms folded tightly.

            I slammed his door, then turned to walk back down the hall. I had only gotten a few steps away before I remembered what I’d said:

            “As long as your living under MY roof, you’ll follow MY rules and LIKE it!”

            No way I actually said that to a kid!, I thought.

            I ran to my room, looking for a mirror. I had to see the transformation for myself...

            Naomi, Robin and Chris were still there when I got back to the room, but I ignored them as I searched. “Okay, what was that all about?” Naomi asked finally.

            “Josh blew up the file room,” I replied briefly, opening drawers on my desk.

            “He what?” Naomi asked.

            “Oh, this I gotta see!” said Christine, running out.

            “Wait up, I can’t go that fast!” Naomi shouted, waddling hastily after her.

            “What are you doing?” asked Robin.

            “Trying to find a...here we go!” I took my hand mirror and looked into it. “No, I still look like me.”

            “Who should you be looking like?”

            “My mother,” I replied, moving the mirror away. “Can you believe I just told Josh the line about living under my roof and following my rules?”

            “Yes,” she said. “I’ve used it often enough with Marcus and the twins. Who knew that those curses parents placed on their children really worked?”

            “Which one, the “someday you’ll understand” or the one about having a kid just like us?” I groaned.

            “Both,” smiled Robin. “Look at Joshua and tell me you haven’t had your own childhood revisited tenfold.”

            I thought a moment, then grinned. “Touche,” I chuckled. “Oh, well, guess I oughta call Jerry on this one. Don’t think he’s seen a wreck this big since...”

            “Your car?” asked Robin.

            “Yeah,” I said, rising. “In fact, he might feel better knowing he’s finally been outdone!”

             

 

             

            Naomi gave a low whistle as she eyed the destruction. “Damn,” she said. “This is major.”

            “I don’t believe this,” Chris said, sounding more annoyed than awed. “He does all this and where is Daina? Back in her room pretending it never happened.”

            “I just can’t believe he did all this himself,” Naomi added.

            “I bet Stevie helped.” Chris replied.

            “Yeah, but still...who’dve thought that Josh could’ve done something so awful, so enormously hideous, so incredibly...”

            “Talented!” gasped Alan, entering behind Naomi. “Honey, if you’d just told me what you wanted, I’dve...”

            “No, sweetie, I didn’t do this...Josh did!” Naomi replied.

            Daaaaa-mn!” said Alan quietly. He turned to Chris and added, “Y’know, your kid bother just might be alla that after all.”

            Christine whirled on them both. “Wouldja just shut up?” she snapped. “Josh goes and creates more destruction in 30 seconds than Hitler did in 8 years and all you do is brag about it? What is the matter with you people? Does nobody care that I’M actually NOT in trouble now? Or are you all too busy to even notice anybody who’s not a bratty 6 year old boy?”

            Naomi stammered for a reply, but Chris threw up a hand to stop her. “Forget it...I’m outta here.” A door appeared near her and she slammed through it, causing it to disappear after her.

            “Should we go after her?” Alan asked.

            “No...she needs time alone,” said Naomi. “We’ll catch her when she’s calmed down some.”

            Alan gave a respectable pause before continuing. “Should we go after it?” he asked, with a slight smile.

            Naomi grinned back. “Yeah...we need time alone.”

            “Tell me about it after you’ve calmed down,” Alan replied, attacking her.

            They had no sooner started than a voice called out, “No way y’all are screwing in the middle of the File Room Holocaust.”

            They both stopped to look at each other, then up at Jerry, who’d spoken, and Daina, who stood behind him, eyes rolling at the ceiling.

            “We’ve never done it in a disaster area before,” Naomi shrugged.

            “At least not since she’s been pregnant,” added Alan.

            “Not this month, anyway,” Naomi murmured.

            “Especially not this close to the floor.”

            “With this vest on,” Naomi added.

            “No, hon, I was wearing this vest, I just wasn’t in this position...”

            “Whoa, WAY more than the virgin and the gay guy needed to know about your personal life,” Daina said at once.

            “Wait, wait, wait...” began Jerry. “You really wore that vest during sex? Talk about taboos...”

            “Jerry...please?” said Daina, pulling him out.

            “I’m surprised she found your penis in all those pinstripes,” Jerry added as they left, sounding truly confused.

            Alan leapt up to follow him, but Naomi’s giggle stopped him. “Don’t,” she said. “This one you’ll lose.”

            “Why?” he demanded defensively.

            “Because while you’re out there trying to prove to some gay toad that your penis is the extra large size we know it to be, I’ll be in here calming down.”

            Alan looked from her to the direction Jerry’d gone and back again. “Oh,” he said, returning to her side.

 

 

            Back in his room, Josh was fuming. He’d never been this mad about anything in his life. In fact, he’d never really gotten more than tremendously annoyed with anyone or anything. After all, life was usually fair to him, except the times that Daina or some other adult told him he couldn’t do something or couldn’t understand something because he was “too little” or “too young”.

            Which was precisely what was bugging him at this very moment. At least, most of what was bugging him. The other part, he thought to himself, was that Daina was just being totally unreasonable about the whole “blowing up the file room” thing.

            I mean, jeez, can’t she just remake the whole thing and be done with it?, he thought angrily. It’s not like I did it on purpose, it was an accident! And the principle of the thing? Man, I don’t even GO to school yet!

            And if she thinks that just ‘cause she’s older and bigger, she can make all the rules, well, then she’s just...she’s just crazy. Man, if I was the older one and she was me, I’d let her do whatever she wanted as long as she fixed it! Wait a minute...no, I wouldn’t! I’d make her stay in her room all day long! I wouldn’t let her play with Jerry or Naomi or anybody! And I’d make her go to bed before she ever even woke up! Yeah!

            Images of Daina as a little kid and himself as the adult in charge swirled in Josh’s angry head...and around his head...and around the room...and beyond...

 

 

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