“I hate it when you are right!”

I stomped my left-foot and pursed my lips, giving him the ultimate spoiled brat look. A perfect gesture to melt his frozen-anger.

“No” he replied coldly, piercing me with his blue-grey eyes “You hate it when you are wrong!”

An answer that instantly shuts me up and put my thought in motion.

It’s always easier to blame others, while the reality is quite simple, I just don’t want to admit that I made mistakes. In fact, I am trying to cover it by blaming others. Even using the fact that they’ve kindly corrected me.

How noble.

“Oh hunny” he smiled kindly, responding to my sudden silence “I didn’t mean to make you sad. Shall we get you some water?”

I nodded and grinned widely. What a brat.

~Stay tuned for the Faces in the Tram(2), friends