“What? No way, I’m watching the game with Dad,” Alex shot back, grabbing the remote and pressing a button with one hand while scrolling through his phone with the other.
Lily’s eyes narrowed. She wasn’t about to lose this battle without a fight. “I was here first, so I get the remote. It’s my turn!” she declared, marching over to the couch and planting herself firmly between Alex and Mr. Thompson.
The battle lines were drawn. What started as a small disagreement over TV time had escalated into an all-out war for the coveted remote control.
“Dad, make her give it to me!” Alex whined, trying to nudge his sister out of the way.
“Mom always lets me watch my cartoons, and you’re not the boss of me!” Lily fired back, puffing out her chest in a proud stance.