faceoff

He stared at me. I stared back at him.

His brows were furrowed, and there was a fierce intense look on his face, the look that George Cloony had when he stared at goats, the look that said "I know something that you don't, and I can hurt you with it". The lips of the boy was pursed tightly together, and I imagined that he would have clench his teeth together save for the fact that he had only 2 on his lower jaw. He reached out his right arm towards me, but the distance was too great and he could not reach me. He held back the other hand, maybe he had something up his sleeve, if only he could reach them.

I focus my thoughts. The only way to defeat the enemy was to know the enemy, and to know the enemy, I had to be the enemy. I tried to visualize being the enemy, but all that came to mine were nonsensical thoughts that didn't make sense. All I could here was "Goo Gaa, it's past my bedtime and I'm cranky!" Then I tried distracting him, thinking that in doing so, he might lose his concentration and I might have a chance in defeating him. I shaped my lips into a funnel and make kissing noises. I made my eyes roll around in all directions. I tried everything I could, but unfortunately, nothing could divert his attention.

Sigh... My attempts were futile, and there was no way I was going to stop my nephew from crying. Fed him his milk, put him to sleep, but he had a crying fit latter at night. Thank goodness Mark came home. babysitting. haha.