Today Aidan came home and told me that you told him he could come to your house to play soccer and later said you were "tricking" and he can't come. Listen up, you little bastard, knock it off! I assure you I'm not "tricking" about whoopin' your little ass for being mean to my baby. He might be sweet enough not to realize you're being a punk but I smell bullshit. I'd like to thump you on the head but you'll probably just get the same look Ricky did for punching Aidan in the face and teaching him a new cuss word every day. I've got my eye on you, kid.