"I can sleep in my own bed," Paul DeSoto gruffly informed his sons.
"I have an idea," Bryan said, leaping to his feet and racing from the room.
"I will sleep in my own bed!" Paul repeated to his oldest son, Don, who
ignored him.
Paul looked on in dismay as Bryan returned with a huge shoe box in his
hands. The box had held Bryan's latest size 12's. Paul had bought the
sneakers for Bryan last week, complaining about the youth's huge growth
spurt.
"Perfect," Don said, taking the box from Bryan's hands.
Paul crossed his arms over his burly chest. "I am not sleeping in a shoe box!"
"You need to cooperate, dad," Don said. "We are only doing this for your own
good."
"Listen—" Paul began.
Don frowned and reached out swiftly and grabbed his tiny, naked father in
one hand. Before Paul could protest, he found himself inside the shoe box.
Bryan reached for the box, but Don kept the box in his own hands. "I'll sleep in
dad's room tonight. I can keep the box and dad on the nightstand."
Bryan looked disappointed.
"Get me out of this box," Paul commanded.
Don and Bryan ignored him. Paul felt angry and humiliated. His sons were not
even consulting him on any of these decisions. He needed to put a stop to
this...and fast.