Monday, April 28, 2008

The Crabcorn Doesn't Fall Far from the Tree...

Well, Mr. Z had a shit-ass day today and, apparently, I didn't make it a whole lot better. He's already not a huge booster of Mondays, so the addition of getting a fairly carpy grade on a test and the realization that one of his best friends is moving away at the end of the school year pushed him right up to the fucking brink of junior crabbitude.

Then, after school, he asked me if we could go get the new Mario Kart game for the Wii that he's been jonesing for. When I replied that we can probably get it sometime in the near future but not today, well that fucking clinched it. Oh, and he had his piano lesson today. Maximum lid-flippage mode was officially achieved.

When we got home, he stomped up to his room and slammed the door. Then I heard the door open, momentarily, and then slam shut once again. When I trotted upstairs to see what the shit all this repeat slammage was about, this is what I found on his door:



I love that, as fucking pissed-off as he was, he still managed to come up with the cutest fuck-you-face possible. No amount of crabbiness can squelch that boy's love of all things kawaii.

4 comments:

nora said...

I'm going to copy Mr. Z's sign for my office door. Even if I just partially close it, I have a parade of folks streaming in asking "are you okay?"
Why does that question make me want to rip their heads off?
Methinks I might have a bit of the crabbiness myself.

crabbydad said...

Nora, I've always found that if you follow up a question like "Are you okay?" with "Fuck off!," people tend to leave you alone. Give it a try.

Jasper Mockingbard said...
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Jasper Mockingbard said...

I did that once when I was 5. I think added "I hate you." I'm not at all affected by that episode, but somehow its a good thing my mother lives 6 hours away.