Melissa is looking at things on her computer. Tom is downstairs having some coffee.

Tom is bored.

Tom darts over and steals one of Melissa's slippers off her feet. Melissa doesn't see what he does with it, but as soon as she realizes it is not, in fact, on his person, she knows right where to look:

On top of the blades of the ceiling fan.

Which is about an inch out of her reach.

After much pleading, and much amusement on Tom's part, he returns the slipper.

Five minutes later, on pretense of picking something up off the floor, he steals it again and puts it on top of the fan.

He now refuses to get it down. "I want you to figure out how to get it down yourself! Problem-solving!"
"I don't want to turn on the fan and have it come flying down and break something. I don't think I have anything long enough to---" and she spots the bicycle pump two feet away from her.

After a few seconds of simply nudging the fan blades into spinning, Melissa knocks down the slipper.

Tom: "There, see, you can do it. I'm just trying to prepare you."
"For WHAT?!"
"For when I'm no longer here, and my ashes are in an urn on the shelf, and you have to do things all by yourself, and---"
"IF YOU'RE NOT HERE, MY SLIPPER IS NOT GOING TO BE ON THE CEILING FAN!!!"

Labels: life in general, silliness, storytime