My sister and her husband are on a Miami getaway, right on the beach, and I have driven up to Charlotte for the weekend to watch my nephew who is The Best Nephew in the Whole World (TM). Normally, when I visit my sister, he and I are totally sympatico, totally on the same wavelength. It does not seem to be the case right now.
I’m not sure if it’s because he’s growing up, and so therefore thinks all old people are uncool; or if it’s because he’s downloaded this new Pokemon game, and wants to be alone with it in his room; or if I’m only cool in relation to my sister, whom he sees all the time, so I therefore represent a distraction from the normal order; or if he might still be pissed at me about last night…
When I abducted the router.
You see, my sister, in her instructions, said he needs to be in bed by 11:00. And don’t let him sneak his devices and the internet in with him in bed, or he’ll be up all night, blah blah. Typical Mom-ish type stuff. So I let him know several times yesterday that he had an 11:00 curfew, which I don’t think he thought was for real.
So last night, he’s playing Mine Craft, and I come out into the living room at 11:15 and say, “Save your game.”
“What?” he says.
“Save your game, if you need to.”
“Router turning off in 5-4-3-2-1.” And I unplugged it… and took it with me.
Oh man, was he furious. “THAT IS NOT COOL” he says.
“You think not?” I say. “I don’t think it’s cool that I told you your Mom said 11:00 was bedtime and here you are still up playing on the computer.”
He shuts the top of his MacBook Air and says “THAT WAS NOT COOL. SEE, I’M SHUTTING IT DOWN.”
“Yeah, but only because I took the router.”
He shoots me this fierce expression that could have melted stone. The problem is, it makes me want to laugh. Which of course, you can’t do, when someone (you love) is angry at you.
But that face he gave? It’s the Doyle-passed-down-for-generations-pissed-off face. It’s the look-down-your-nose-with-a-cold-stare-and-lesser-mortals-will-back-down-and-give-you-your-way face. It’s the Godzilla-is-rampaging-and-about-to-level-cities face. It’s the you-so-better-hope-I-don’t-come-at-you-with-a-knife-while-you’re-sleeping face.
But, as someone who perfected that expression when I was 5 (and by the way, still frequently uses it her own self to let others know She Is Not Happy), it has zero effect on me.
I was like, “Sorry dude. It’s time for bed.”
He tromped off to his room with his now-rather-pointless computer, and slammed the door behind him. But I didn’t really hear a peep from him all night… so maybe he caught a few hours of sleep.
And of course, I returned the router to its rightful place this morning at 7…
So, I guess I am temporarily cool again. At least untill 11:00 tonight. 😉