Almost Wordless Wednesday

This blurry picture is of the armrest between our front two seats in the family vehicle. Do you see what is perched precariously on there?


Tell me he isn't a nosy brat. He seems to think he has to ride there -- I assume to see out.

At least until I get annoyed enough at his sliding and clawing up my arm that I give him the look.

You know 'the look,' right? It communicates plainly, "Do you WANT to die now?!?"

Which sends the little brat scurrying to the psuedo-protective arms of a child in the back seat.

You know its happened by the loud, "hhmph" that comes from my direction. Still haven't figured out where that comes from. Don't worry, though, I'll check it out.