Mom: (as she walks up front) Rusty, Dad’s getting the truck and four wheeler ready to go. He’s camping out tonight. The gate is open so don’t even ask to go out.
Mom: The gate is open, baby boy. You’re not getting out that door until the gate is CLOSED. I’m going back to the computer.
Rusty: (he peeks around the door) Mom!! How can you just sit there? Dad’s outside! I want to go out with him. Leave that silly computer and let me out. Come on mom, come up here and listen! He’s out there doing something! I want to see!
Mom: For heaven’s sake, Rusty! Quit all that whining and dancing around. He’ll be in in a sec. (she walks back up front)
Mom: I looked outside, the gate is still open. NO. I’m going back to the back room.
Mom: *Ignores Rusty as she wonders how many times he is going to run back and forth from the door to the back room to whine about getting out.*
Mom: Can you see the pouty look on his face?
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