Parenting skills
wee bonny scot: *yells down from behind his locked door* YOU CAN'T GROUND ME!!
MyMithrandir: *yells up the stairs* You're grounded until you're fifty, young man!!
wee bonny scot: *slams his door a few times*
MyMithrandir: That's it! *heads up the stairs and knocks on your door* You are not to slam this door, understand?
wee bonny scot: *opens it, bites his thumb at you, and slams it again*
MyMithrandir: *shakes his head* 've gone and locked up your newfangled computer already, anyway. Have fun in there. Don't get into trouble! *knocks on the door a last time*
wee bonny scot: *looks around for his stereo, discovers it's gone* I HATE YOU!!!!!111
MyMithrandir: *chuckles to himself* Love you too!
wee bonny scot: *finds his iPod and puts it on*
wee bonny scot: *formulates cunning escape plan*
MyMithrandir: *steps back upstairs and bangs on your door* Come downstairs for dinner!
wee bonny scot: *grumble grumble, comes out of his room, headphones still on*
MyMithrandir: *snatches the headphones off your head as you walk past him* Wash up for dinner.
wee bonny scot: *plays every inch of the bratty kid and washes his hands*
MyMithrandir: *rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself as he heads off to the kitchen*
wee bonny scot: *snaps you with the towel he's drying his hands with*
MyMithrandir: *arches a brow* Don't get snippy with me, young man.
wee bonny scot: *mocks and sits down, slouching in his chair*
MyMithrandir: *carries two plates of spaghetti over to the table* Sit up straight.
wee bonny scot: Yes, Da. *sits up and eats*
MyMithrandir: *nods, smiling as he eats* Received your report card today.
wee bonny scot: Oh?
MyMithrandir: Anything you want to tell me?
wee bonny scot: uhhhhh....
wee bonny scot: depends on what my professors said!
MyMithrandir: *stern look*
wee bonny scot: I didn't do it I swear!!!!
MyMithrandir: Didn't do what?
wee bonny scot: Whatever they're saying I did!!!
MyMithrandir: *nods* And what do you suppose that was?
wee bonny scot: ....
wee bonny scot: I don't know?
MyMithrandir: Don't pull that over me, young man.
wee bonny scot: Was it the, uhhh... the... the prank with my English teacher and the stuffed skunk?
MyMithrandir: Ah, so you do know. *nods, arching a brow* Care to explain your little stunt?
wee bonny scot: I JUST SAID I DIDN"T DO IT! GOD!
MyMithrandir: Do -not- take that tone with your father.
wee bonny scot: *scowls*
MyMithrandir: *stern look*
wee bonny scot: I didn't do it!! Honest!!
MyMithrandir: *looks away* If you say so. I'm going to believe you, this time.
wee bonny scot: *looks surprised*
wee bonny scot: *finishes his supper* Can I... uh... go back to my room now?
MyMithrandir: No. One last thing.
wee bonny scot: Yes?
MyMithrandir: Your grades were quite good. *reaches into his back pocket for his wallet* Here's a ten pound note. *hands it to you* Proud of you, Billy.
wee bonny scot: Whoo! Score! *glee!* *hug* Thank ye!! *scampers back upstairs....
..... and promptly climbs out his bedroom window, where Orlando and Holly are waiting*
....well, except for that last bit!