“Can we really trust him? He’s like, our greatest enemy.” She says.
“I know, but the very world threatens to shatter itself into a million pieces, I don’t see that we really have any other choice.”
They look over to him, as he sits there, grinning proudly at them both.
They tiptoe slowly towards him, being careful not to make any sudden moves; it wasn’t a risk they could take. In his hands he held their most prized possession; their ticket to the jackpot; all the dirt they could gather up on the biggest tycoon in the country.
“C’mon darling, give it to Papa. I will take care of it for you and then we can go play some ball” he tried to coax the little chap.
“Ok, how about this – you hand it over to your father and we will go and bake a nice chocolate cake together? Doesn’t that sound awesome?” she tried to edge in her bargaining chip.
The little boy looks at his parents and thinks that maybe holding their laptop ransom was the best decision he had taken in all of his six years of age. He finally had their attention.
(Ok, Matthew I took up the gauntlet…sorry if I added too much of a maternal twist to it!)
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