Robert Julian Lopez II
January 28th, 1998
Martha glanced casually over at Tim. He sat there in front of the TV watching Barney sing and dance. "It's amazing how some idiot show could mesmerize kids today," She thought to herself, then went back to making dinner.
"Timmy," she called, "Come here a second." She waited to hear him get up and come over, but was given no such answer. "Timothy Andrew Peterson. I called you and now you better get moving". She was now a little angry by his disobedience and even angrier when her favorite command didn't work.
"Why isn't he coming?" she wondered. "He always comes after that, but now he's ignoring me." She tried to look out the door but the couch blocked her view.
"You better hurry yourself over here, before I have to come get you." Still no answer. "That's it, this food can wait." She shut the oven and walked to the front room. "Here I come."
She looked at the floor and saw nothing. "Oh no, where is he off to now?" She whined. She