I Will Crush You!

“Move, dada, or I will crush you!” I turned to see Troy holding his little stool, attempting to put it next to the bed, so he could climb up. I was apparently in the exact spot that it “belonged,” and he had just given me the equivalent of a warning shot across the bow. I’m not exactly sure what him “crushing” me would look like, but I guess it was supposed to be intimidating. Honestly, I found it more humorous than anything, such big tough talk coming from such a little guy.