(I'm doing the opposite of this)

What a damn time,

waiting for my little man,

as boiling acid is dumped onto him.

What a reckless little man.

He caused this, by the way.

He thought it would be funny

to turn on the stove he can't use,

open our good bologna and a soda,

and cook "bologna soup" for shits and giggles.

Whatever.

I'll burn him out

of his rubble prison.

It's my duty to save him,

even when he seems to love trouble.

Not like he'll learn anything...

Simmer... simmer...

I fished him out shortly after.

I'm just thankful he wasn't hurt too bad.

We embraced, and I think we cried for a little.

He said he was sorry.

He said he wouldn't do it again.

And somehow, I believe him.

And I just can't help but love him.