Our eyes meet and in that second, I know -
if I give in now, it's going to be this tough for the rest of our lives.
I have to stand my ground.
I narrow my eyes and prepare myself.
His mouth curls up a bit in the corner, a dead giveaway. This isn't his battle - he's having fun.
"Sebastian," I start, until -
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I don't WANT to!" explodes from that curled lip.
"Ok." And I dive right in, ready to wrestle him for the batteries to the remote that he has successfully removed.
The Battle for Things Baz Should Not Have continues.
And he's getting stronger.