Little Games

“No, dat mine!” he taunted, smirking at me as he snagged the remote control from the table. He clutched it to his chest like a new teddy bear, turned, and took a few steps away. Playing, he swiveled his head back to me to keep his smiling eyes on me as he moved farther away. His smile grew wider the closer he came to a clean getaway. He got more and more excited as he anticipated the impending chase. He was going to get me to move, and he would win. It was adorable. He was a perfect little monkey.

Then he walked into the wall. And it was my turn to smile, because that’s always funny.