This is all your fault

The rain?  Yes, my fault entirely.

Good.  Now make it stop.

OK, but it will take a few days.

It always takes a few days.

I know.

It’s all your fault because you promised to mow the yard today.

Exactly.

So you conjured up the rain.  Nice going, dude.

How about some breakfast?

Don’t try to sweeten this up, you know you’re going to owe me big time.

Eggs or oatmeal?

Pancakes.

As you wish.

Hahahaha

Maybe we can watch a movie today.

Yeah, the Princess Bride, so when it’s sunny I’ll be the one who has to go mow, because you’ll be working again.

It’s all part of the plan.  A diabolical plot.

I know!

I’m making oatmeal.

Ugh.  But you still have to vacuum.  You know I’m trying to fight with you.

You’re winning.  I give up.

I hate you.

I know.  I’m so ashamed.

My God, it’s POURING!

Do you want me to heat the water for your coffee?

Yes.  And I want pancakes.

(sigh)  Ok, where’s the—

Oh no you don’t!

What?

No “where” questions!

But I don’t know the recipe!

It’s just another plot to get me to cook them.

But you’re so good at it!

Hahahaha

Seriously.

It’s your turn, buddy.  But give me a hug first, I’m cold.

You’re so demanding.