Pea’s ability to furrow his brow and stick out his bottom lip is impressive and he knows it. I like to think that he takes after me in this respect. What he hasn’t figured out is how to maintain The Pout in the face of our laughter – it is so stinking cute it rarely elicits the desired response.
Here are a few attempts at pouting during dinner:
Something you have done deeply offends me.
Wait a minute, what are you doing? Stop laughing at me.
I am NOT laughing. This is serious. I mean it. Don't look at me.
Ah nuts. Fine. You got me this time.
I've taken a moment to collect myself and NOW I am totally serious. I don't remember why I'm upset with you, but that's not the point anymore. I. Will. Pout.
There is nothing funny about this so don't even TRY to change my mood.
I AM NOT SMILING.
Damn you people! How's a boy supposed to pout around here?