“It would be a lot easier to behave if there wasn’t so many other exciting options,” announced Clayton. He was standing ankle deep in a home made jello pool in the in middle of the living room.
His mother, red faced, couldn’t speak. Beverly could feel her hair turning grey.
“In my defence, I was left unsupervised,” added Clayton.
“I was just in the other room,” muttered Beverly.
Clayton proudly displayed his creation. “Still, pretty cool, am I right? Eh?”
“Maternal instincts may not be strong enough,” mumbled Beverly.
“To do what?”
“Keep me from hurting you. Very badly.”
“Look on the bright side. Well behaved people rarely make history,” said Clayton.
“So do parents who murder their children,” said Beverly with a calmness that made Clayton nervous.
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean it up. I promise.”
Beverly’s eyes were vacant and hollow. “Yes you will. But I make no promises about your future.”
“Fair enough,” replied Clayton.
Without another word, Beverly left the room. All things considered, Clayton saw it was a win.