-It’s…time…to…go! You…have…band…class…in…five…mi-minutes!- grunted the mother and mumbled curse words under her breath while she strained her body, pulling the young, Tasmanian devil onto her lap.
-You’re a fire-truck! I hate you! I don’t like you anymore! - he winced, all the while running to the treacherous ball pit and throwing a raspberry at his mother’s face.
-Ugh…Timmy! You better get your behind here NOW! - she shrieked and threw herself, Olympic-style, into the ball pit.