I kicked them out of the living room. Samantha, a little stung, escorted Simon out of the room. I can hear them all the way to the bedroom.
Samantha says, “Simon, c’mon. Let’s go play our kung fu game.”
I can hear some moving around, and as it doesn’t sound as though death is imminent, I stay busy where I am.
Samantha says, “Simon, this our fighting area. This is my side. And this is the boy’s side.”
Simon seems to be ignoring her game suggestions, from what I can hear, so I carry on. Time passes, with lots of giggling and the sound of running feet. Happy children at play.
Suddenly, Samantha scolds, “SIMON! You hurt me in our kung fu game!”