#the multiplication table

[so-glam-i-snort-glitter]

I was helping my 7 year old sister rehearse the multiplication table #2

Me: Okayyy.... Seven times nine?

Sister: Ummm...

Me: Well?

Sister: Ghhh... I don't know... And I used to.

Me: Don't act dumb, give me the fucking answer.

Sister: Ummm... 69?

Me: What?

Sister: It's not correct, ah?

Me: Of course it isn't. Please, give me the answer or I'll start singing.

Sister: *scared shitless* Which song?

Me: *smiles* "I was walking Down the High Stre-"

Sister: No! Just not that one!

Me: Oh, yesss... I shall continue 'til you give me the correct answer. "-et When I heard footsteps behind me And there was..."

Sister: STOP!

Me: "...a little old man Wearing scarlet an-"

Sister: IT'S 63 NOW PLEASE JUST STOP!!!!!

[so-glam-i-snort-glitter]

I was helping my 7 year old sister rehearse the multiplication table

Sister: *finally gives me the correct answer*

Me: Thank God!

Sister: *gets insulted and runs out of the room*

Me: Oh, come back, you're not doing that bad!

Sister: No.

Me: Please.

Sister: You have no power over me.

Me: If I were your Mum, I'd high five you and buy you an ice cream after this. But I'm not, and your actual birthgiver isn't going to give in for a Labyrinth reference, so please do come back and we shall continue.