“But…”, Thomas began, trying to explain that the railing had proved irresistible and that he really didn’t want to play at the school’s playground. He might look like a child, but that didn’t mean he thought like one. The idea of playing on the monkey bars or sliding down the slide left him cold.
“But me no buts, young man! If I catch you sliding down my banister again I’m going to paddle your fanny! Now git into the kitchen right now! It’s time for lunch. When you’ve finished your lunch, you’re going outside to play!”, his mother ordered.
He stepped down from the stairs and walked ahead of his mother to the kitchen. As he passed, she swatted him on the bottom to remind him not to slide down the banister and to hurry him along.
