A 60 Second Tragedy

Father: Enters Family Room. Sees the couches are free. Sits down and reaches for his blanket. (It’s more a psychological comfort than a physical need. The thermostat doesn’t care if there is a foot of snow outside.) He then notices his son’s much nicer blanket sitting unattended. With  an evil grin, he grabs that blanket and spends 10 seconds tucking himself in just right.

Mother: From the kitchen. Sweetie, can you help me with this?

Father: With a forlorn look, goes to help in the kitchen.

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Another 10 seconds go by. Father looks back to the Family Room to see his son seated contently; wrapped up in the nice blanket.

Father: (sigh)

End Scene.