Think twice
when you are 8 and 9 of 10
before 
you
ignore
the lesser of the two

Because if you sit
for the better part
 of a humid summer day
curling the cord
and
twisting tales
with a girlfriend
on the other side of town
waving away
the one wanting
just a tiny 
tidbit
of your
time
You may find 
your throat dry
and say

"June - get me a glass of water" -
you watch the little one smile and leave

She returns proudly 
holding out the offering

a tall clear glass
of cold water
filled to the rim
drops of condensation 
glistening on the sides

You grasp the cool glass
and take
 a big gulp

but she stops you before you take another
and raises a knowing eyebrow
proclaiming

"I got it from the Toilet"

Perhaps revenge is a drink that is best served cold...

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 - Day 17

Based on the prompt to write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time.