Pow pows

One night my best friend Lexi agreed to babysit a rambunctious little 2 year old.  This child's behavior was less than desirable.  The child did the exact opposite of everything Lexi told him to do.  At one point during the night the child thought I was his own personal human jungle gym, climbing and jumping all over me.  I held the child in my lap, looking very closely at his scalp I moved some of his hair to the side, sighed and said, 'Oh man, so close' then let the child go back to his running and jumping.  Lexi saw me do this and asked, 'What was that?' I said, 'I was looking for 666 on his head' she laughed and said, 'What did you see?' I said '665 which is very close and explains a lot'.  Finally, the hellion's bedtime came, Lexi put the child in the bed and 2 minutes later he was out of the bed.  Lexi picked him up, carried him back to bed.  Of course the child was right back up.  This routine repeated itself about 5 or 6 times.  Lexi's patience had now run out, she picked him up, put him into the bed, tucked him in, looked down at the child & said 'If you get out of this bed one more time (she balled 1 hand into a fist and punched it into the palm of her other hand) POW POWS!'  I proceeded to laugh hysterically because I know Lexi would never ever harm anyone in any way, especially a child, but she did make it sound convincing.  I asked my poor flustered Lexi exactly what chapter in the good parenting handbook she found her tactics.  However we did not see him again the rest of the night.  Lexi also never agreed to watch this child ever again.