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 Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:13 am
Heather just stared as the boy started to make 'vroom vroom' noises in heis wheelchair, and she almost immediately regretted her decision to get him one. The best laid plans of mice and men, afterall. Oh well, she wasn't returning it at this point, as the whining that would ensue would be far worse than his childlike wonderment of such a contraption.
But he still had some explaining to do.
And by some, she meant a metric butt load.
"Demy. House. Now." the young woman pointed towards the door in the garage that led into the kitchen. If he was smart, he wouldn't argue.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:19 am
"But Heather..."
Smart? Demy? Never. Her captain started up his trademark whining, meanwhile trying to figure out just how to make the thing -go-.
Maybe this was it!
...No, that was definitely -backwards-. The chair made a loud BEEP BEEP BEEP noise as the startled boy moved in reverse. And then he busted out giggling.
"Oops!"
Well, at least he knew how to back up. Now to go forward! He pushed the controls in the other way, bursting into fresh giggles and "VROOM VROOM"s as the chair moved forwad towards the garage.
Then in a circle..his best attempt at pulling a donut in the driveway.
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