waiting for the ball

B., waiting for his sister to return from the bushes (into which he's after launching the ball), all the while giving out yards because a) she didn't save it; b) she's taking too long to get it and; c) she had the cheek to suggest he gets the ball because it was after all him that kicked it 10 feet too high and 5 feet too far to the left.

She got the ball though. Eventually. The key to a peaceful afternoon with B. is to take all his complaining like a woman, i.e., without complaint.

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