The television in Mom and Dad's room flips to different channels. Soul Train. The Patridge Family. Quick Draw McGraw. The Jackson 5. All in the span of one second.
The worst part of having a family with six siblings and one color television set is that no one can pick one show to watch, and we all have to be quiet so Mom and Dad don't know we're in their room.
"I wanna watch Sesame Street," J.J. whispers loud enough so we can hear it.
"Sesame Street's for babies, we're watching the Knicks." Daniel chirps back, switching the channel to the basketball game.
"Gimme the remote!" J.J. whines, putting his body weight on Daniel, who's playing Keep Away.
Dominic mimics the moves on the screen, and Naomi just went into Mom's drawer and is now putting on her lipstick while talking to her friend Lucille on the phone.
"Can you all keep it quiet!" Naomi says as she lifts her head from the phone. No one listens to her. Then, she took a magazine and threw it at Daniel. He looks towards Naomi. He doesn't say anything, but his look says, "What?" and "Bug off!" at the same time.
"Shut up!"
That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back for Daniel.
"1. You don't tell me what to do. 2. You're not supposed to be using that phone. 3. If you throw something at me again, I'm telling Ma you're using her lipstick."
Naomi hurled a pillow at Daniel, striking him like a bullet, and before he realized how much we were screwed if he did, he yelled out, "MA!" at the top of his lungs.
"Are you braindead!" Dominic yells, "Now Mom knows we're in her room." He then took the magazine Naomi threw and ran to his room. J.J., Daniel, and I followed him. Naomi hung up the call and went to her room.
All I wish was that Dominic didn't pick up the magazine.
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Interstate 95
HumorThere's nothing in the world more suspenseful than a quiet family dinner. The one thing you hear is forks stabbing the food and clanging against the plate. Even with a family of six kids, sometimes, dinners end up quiet. My dad hates quiet dinners...
