Brat Proof

I watch Dill rub his forehead then he closed his eyes
and lean back in the chair, sighing and then started
closing his computer down. I could tell he had a
headache coming he but he always waited for the last
minute to take anything for it. Once the computer was
off he got up and headed toward the bathroom. After a
few minutes I heard him. "Stupid, damn thing," then I
heard banging.

"Gaaaaaaary" He whined as he came out of the bathroom.

"What's the matter love," I asked as he climbed on my
lap tucking his head under my chin.

"Won't open" He told me handing onto the bottle of
Tylenol Plus Pain.

I reached over lined up the two arrows "That's because
it's brat proof," I said as I popped off the top with
ease.

"That's not funny" he told me giving me a light punch
in the shoulder.