Lightly tapping on the table, Uncle Dude stares at his phone. Small one had been bursting with excitement and could hardly contain herself while he waited in line for a smoothy. It wasn't the smoothy she cared about, in fact she hardly touched it once he brought it over. she wanted him to sit next to her and presumably entertain her. Mommy sat quietly next to Small One looking rather disengaged, while Uncle Dude tapped quickly away on his phone.
"Stop that" he said, "you'll get me sick." Small one looked on just as confused as you do right now since she had no idea what she had done or what he was talking about.
"He needs his space" mommy said in a way that redefines passivity, "You know that."
"This is my cylinder", he said gesturing to his sphere.
Small one's expression might have resembled slight confusion as to why Uncle Dude had just used the word cylinder, but since she didn't know what cylinder meant she simply cocked her head to one side and smirked.
"yeah?" she challenged, "well this is my sililindinar", although she should have set it as her status since it fell on digital ears.
Uncle Dude tapped tapped tapped on his phone some more and then stopped. Small One had started to work on her smoothy again and Mommy drifted off somewhere.
Uncle Douche stood up and said "mumble mumble", or something as equally unrelated, motioning for Small One and Disenchanted to follow him. They all stood and Small One skipped for a bit until momma reached for her hand to ground her. Uncle dude walked several paces ahead of the pair with his nose once more buried in his phone. I was not lucky enough to see Uncle Dude walk into anything, though I am told storied like these usually end in that manner.
Merry Christmas Small One, I sure hope your mom finds a less douchie dude by next holiday season, or at the very least you get to see your 'Uncle' walk through a calendar kiosk.
