It was that time of the day, the sun was showing its face where it wasn’t early morning anymore. The aroma begin to fill my nostrils of a stench I had known before. The stench of fear and death.
I knew what I had to do, and so did he. I wiped the sweat from my brow. I was nervous. He sensed it was coming as he busied himself in the corner. Looking at me occasionally to make sure I was keeping my distance. My palms started to get sweaty. “You can do this” I said to myself.
I approached him cautiously, avoiding eye contact. He got up and onto all fours and growled at me. I backed away, frightened. “Don’t give up”, I said to myself. I walked closer, stopping every few steps, catching my breath and my confidence. I knew I had to strike at the right moment. I took four sharp steps in his direction. He looked up at me and growled again. “This time you’re mine”.
He knew I had him and so broke into a run and I gave chase. Dodging obsticles I knew it was going to be tough. I was amazed at his speed and agility, but I was even more amazed at mine.
I cornered him. I knew he couldn’t get around me, he knew it too. He lay on his back in defeat. His big puppy eyes acknowledging my dominance. I steadily moved towards him. Careful not to make jerky movements, I didn’t want to frighten him.
I grabbed him and pinned him down. Firmly but gently. I didn’t want to hurt him afterall.
I stripped him off and took off his nappy.
“Geez son, there’s not even a poo in here” I said, while I changed my toddler. He laughed loudly and got up and walked away, smiling smugly while looking back at me.
He tricked me with a fart. He won this round.
Until the next time.