Bathroom at 17.31 p.m.
Little boy: “Hey, you put on my grey track pants.”
Big boy: “No, this isn’t true.”
Little boy: “I am sure they are mine.”
Big boy: “Come on. You don’t know yours.”
Little boy: “I am sure I always put them at the same place.”
Big boy: “No, no…”
Little boy: “Take them off. Now.”
Big boy: “That’s what you want.”
Little boy: “Yes, right now.”
Big boy: “They are mine.”
Little boy: “I am sure you put your pants somewhere else.”
Big boy: “No, no…”
Little boy: “Take off my track pants!”
Big boy: “Tell me where are mine?”
Little boy: “You are such a messy.”
Big boy: “Don’t blame me.”
Little boy: “You might have put them in your room.”
Big boy: “Okay, show me.”
Little boy: “I’m not that stupid to look for your things.”
Big boy: “Well, then I keep your pants. Okay?”
Little boy: “No. You’re so mean.”
Big boy: “If you want your pants, you’ve to get them.”
Little boy goes to big boys’ room, gets his pants and comes back.
Big boy: “Don’t throw them at me.”
Little boy: “These are your pants and this is the last time.”
Big boy: “Okay. Okay. Professor. You’re so smart.”
Little boy: “Mom. He is so mean to me.”
Big boy: “Ha, ha… you’re such a sneak.”
Mother: “Stoppppppp!”