Out of Control

I like to play with this remote-control car although I don't quite know how to "manoeuvre" it yet. Just by simply pressing the buttons and seeing the car move in all directions is enough to make me happy.

Not only am I not able to control the direction of the car, I can't control my itchy fingers from snapping the antenna of the controller too...

Daddy gave me a long lecture soon after that. Here's a summarised version of our little "talk".

Daddy: Who broke this?

Me: Me

Daddy: Is it a right thing to do?

Me: Yes

Daddy: Yes??

Me: No

Daddy: Did you do anything wrong?

Me: Yes

Daddy: Give me your hand. Which hand broke it?

Me: *Sensing trouble, I kept my hands to myself and just said NO to the rest of the questions* No

Daddy: Is it this hand?

Me: No

Daddy: Give me your hand. Have to "beat-beat".

Me: No

Daddy: What no? Do you want "beat-beat" or do you want to stand and hold your ears?

Me: I want to stand.

Daddy: OK, stand and hold your ears...

Time-out: Little Miss Itchy Fingers serving her punishment