"Oooooooooooooooooooooooh, that boy is in trooooooooouble!!" She scowled, looking around for something, no idea what. Something to pinch, or poke, or yell into. "Remember the giant dragon? Ooooh, trouble trouble trouble. WYATT! WAKE UP AND LET US OUT OF HERE!!"
She knew it was him. It was the only thing that made sense. Plus, from babysitting, Chris tended to drift off when the TV was on, and Wyatt was always very attentive and enjoyed changing the channels with his mind. "I'm going to tell your Mom! WAKE UP!" She walked over and poked the wall. "Wake. Up. Now. Young. Man!!"
She looked over at Paige. "It's Wyatt. No other possibility. How in the hel--llo do we wake him up?" She poked at the wall again. "Wyatt, you better wake up before I count to three... One... two... two and a half.. two and three quarters..." She grimaced. "WAKE UP!" She looked up and shouted at the ceiling.
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She knew it was him. It was the only thing that made sense. Plus, from babysitting, Chris tended to drift off when the TV was on, and Wyatt was always very attentive and enjoyed changing the channels with his mind. "I'm going to tell your Mom! WAKE UP!" She walked over and poked the wall. "Wake. Up. Now. Young. Man!!"
She looked over at Paige. "It's Wyatt. No other possibility. How in the hel--llo do we wake him up?" She poked at the wall again. "Wyatt, you better wake up before I count to three... One... two... two and a half.. two and three quarters..." She grimaced. "WAKE UP!" She looked up and shouted at the ceiling.