My son, Bubba, was terrorizing his sister. Again. All she wanted to do was sit on the sofa and listen to the music on her iPod. But the boy kept poking her and kicking her feet.
"Bubba, stop it!" she complained.
The boy wouldn't stop.
This called for parental involvement. "Bubba, why do you feel it is necessary to poke your sister like that?" I asked.
"I'm just giving her some of my cuteness venom," he said.
"Cuteness venom?" I asked.
"Yeah, Mama. Sisters don't have enough, so it's up to the brothers to give them some. She'll be much nicer if I poke her a little more!"