Don´t make me count to 3!
You're in the masked officer's office, pushing your limits a little too far—and you love pressing the elevator button. Time out, however…you don't like it at all!
"Could you stop that? The pillow doesn't serve as a springboard or to cushion your fall?"
You giggle once and throw the pillow off the sofa and onto the floor. Again. Again. Because you have a mission. And the pillow serves perfectly well as…a cushion. To jump on. And no, you couldn't stop just because the Masked Officer—or as you like to put it in your toddler words—Pinky—asks if you could refrain from that idea.
"Jump jump… pillow…soft," - you say, concentrating hard, and glance over at your babysitter for the day.
It's rare that the Masked Officer takes you into his care because the Circleleys, Tree Angels, and Squarys are very busy, and because Daddah is just as busy with…grown-up things…but when Pinky has to babysit for you, he doesn't complain. At least you don't notice anything.
Most of the time the Masekd Officer has his tablet or cell phone or laptop open in front of him when you spend time in his office and in most situations you are really nice.
With a great jump, you land on the pillow, and bright, toddler-like laughter fills the room.
"Don't hurt yourself, okay? The boss would cut my head off if something happens to you", - the Masked Officer grumbled, but he didn't interrupt your climbing and jumping attempts.
You were having fun… for a while, because while you were burning off your seemingly endless energy for the day by jumping from the sofa to the pillow, the Masked Officer radioed various orders to the other soldiers, monitored the activity in the different rooms via a small television, and was generally satisfied with how the day was progressing.
You weren't causing any trouble and didn't seem to be in a bad mood today… unlike two days ago, when you punched poor Tree-Angle in the stomach with your Princess Elsa doll in a fit of rage because… because… you didn't even remember why you were so angry at Tree-Angle anymore… but for Pinky here, it was like winning the lottery.
… But in a moment of inattention, the high-ranking soldier poured himself some whiskey – completely responsibly.....
…you have this brilliant idea that you absolutely have to press the elevator button. Appa and your uncles, far away from the island…in Seoul…sometimes let you press elevator buttons and then praise you for how great you are at it and what a big girl you are now, and…you want to press that button NOW!
So you walk with wobbly steps toward the elevator door.
"Hey!"
You recognize Pinky's voice, but you don't care…he could be talking to his computer…or over the walkie-talkie…he definitely doesn't mean you.
A loud whistle blew. You paused for a moment, turned around, and saw that Pinky had gotten up and was looking at you very sternly.
"What's going on?"
You pointed to the buttons by the elevator door.
"Button...wanna!" - you said and turned back to walk towards the closed Elevators Door.
"No!"
You hear the no but you don´t care. You loooove pressing Buttons lately.
One Step forward.....another......than another....
"Little one, i said No, come back here. You are not pressing any damn Buttons today, while i am on Babysitting duty"
You hear the coldness in his voice. But you giggle and stepped forward a bit more.
Your little Hands are making grabby hands movements as you approached the doors and the beloved buttons closer.
"Don´t make me count to 3!" - you hear him say. You made an unhappy small sound, but your little feed continued to carry you.
"1......"
You ignore his Warning and as he starts counting, your little feet try to walk a bit faster.
"2...."
You are at the edge of loosing your balance while walking, the Doors to the Elevators come closer.....you almost reached your goal....
"3...thats enough. Timeout for you young Lady!"
And before you could finally reach the buttons - mean Pinky grabbed you, picked you up and carried you over to the small - hidden in the Edge - Mini Playlpen - that were for times you were supposed to take your Afternoon naps in.
"no no no NO Piiiinky! No wanna!" - you start crying as soon as you underatand what he said, you try to turn around in his arms, tying to point towards the Elevator Doors, but Pinky keeps a storng firm hold on you.
"Don´t care. Timeout for missbehaving little Kids. Your Father said, if its needed you get Playpen Timeout.....and who am i to disagree with the Frontmen"
Your Protest, crying words and calling out for Appa didn´t work out....you were placed in the small Playpen, while Pinky was going back to drink from his Whiskey Glas.
No fairs!
THE END
