Payback

We've had this argument a thousand times over.  When we're riding in the back seat of the car, Sister insists that she is entitled to a full one third of the seat.  I, on the other paw, believe that I am entitled to way more of it (like all of it).  Now, it is painfully obvious that I am one hundred percent correct in this argument, but that doesn't stop Sister from whining and carrying on whenever we ride in the car together.  Being the good boy that I am, I generally put up with all the whimpering and shoving on Sister's part (she particularly takes offense to me digging my elbow into her leg), but every once in a while I decide to get even and I discovered recently that Pa is more than willing to help my cause.

It happened last weekend:  The four of us (Pa, Ma, Sister, and I) were driving out east and Sister and I were sharing the backseat.  Now, Sister was in a particularly bad mood that evening.  She said it was because she was suffering from feelings of motion sickness and that all the pushing and shoving she was doing to get me back onto my side of the car was exacerbating it.  I, on the other paw, was my usual chipper self.

After miles and miles of putting up with Sister's elbowing, I suddenly came up with a most brilliant idea.  I knew right away that this plan I was hatching wouldn't stop Sister's whining, but it would, however, annoy her to no end (which, in many instances, is way more satisfying).  Nonchalantly, as though merely shifting in my seat, I got up, pivoted slightly in place, and put my foot firmly down on the release button of Sister's seat belt.  As soon as I heard the click of the clasp, I quickly sat down as the seat belt retracted back into the side wall of the car.  Sister protested with an indignant "Hey" and tattled to Ma and Pa about what I had just done, all while struggling to re-buckle herself in (I had strategically planted myself firmly on top of the buckle making the process next to impossible).  And that's when Pa stepped in.  Upon hearing Sister's complaint, Pa unlocked the car's doors with a click.  I laughed silently to myself as Sister once again let out a disgruntled "Hey!"

Now, I had had so much fun unbuckling Sister's seat belt and watching her reaction that about ten minutes later I once again firmly planted my foot on the release button of her seat belt buckle.  Just as before, the seat belt released with a click and retracted back into the wall.  Then Sister cried out, Pa unlocked the car's door with a click, and Sister cried out again.  And what did I do while all of this was happening?  You guessed it, I laughed silently to myself.

This happened two more times before we reached our destination and let me tell you, it never got old.