Trolling Dada

Troy and I like to race each other around the upstairs. He drives a green lawnmower that my brother got him, and I drive a zebra walker thing. The lawnmower makes a lot of noise, which Troy likes, and this is why it’s his “ride” of choice. The zebra goes faster and smoother, which is why I like it; and it’s also slightly taller than the lawnmower, which suits my height a little better.

Troy is adequately fast, especially in the straight-a-way through the game room into the media room. He goes full sprint, and it’s all I can do to keep up with him while bending over and pushing a toy zebra. Sometimes, he’ll take a turn a little too wide or catch a wheel on a door or corner, and I can overtake him. But I’ll generally let him catch up and beat me in the end.

One time, I took a corner too fast and lost my footing. I lost control of my zebra and went careening to the carpet. Troy found my humiliation hilarious for some reason. After he calmed his laughter a little bit, he ran over to pick up my zebra and set it back on its wheels. Then, he picked it up clear off the floor and dropped it on top of me, to add injury to insult...literally.

Ever since that day, Troy has taken it upon himself to troll me every chance he gets. Now, he will dramatically flip over his lawnmower and crash to the floor, laughing the entire time. Then, he’ll pick himself up and do it again. He doesn’t even care if I zoom past him. He’d rather laugh at my expense!