Samantha put her hands on her hips while glaring at the Thompsons’ son. No more than four years old, and Tyler had already proved to her that the devil was real. Dennis the Menace and Bart Simpson had nothing on this kid.
“Tyler! I’m not kidding. Put that down, now!”
Tyler looked at her and smiled from his perch on the kitchen chair. Listening to her, he let go of the ceramic dish.
Samantha let out a scream as she watched Missus Thompson’s great-great-grandmother’s butter dish shatter on the floor. “I’ll have to pay for that!”
Tyler pointed and laughed.