In order to seek vengeance against me for limitations placed on Thomas the Train viewing, my son opened several drawers in the kitchen.
He looked at me, chin raised in defiance.
"What do you think of that, Mom?"
"I don't really like it," I said, trying to keep my cool.
And then, in a moment of pure rebellion, he pushed the first drawer shut with all his might. He cringed, waiting for the satisfaction of the slam. However, the previous owners of this house purchased drawers that close in a slow and controlled fashion (there is a commercial with a couple fighting and trying to slam drawers). He slammed four drawers and cringed every time, but each time the drawer closed silently.
He sighed and went to play with trucks. Triumph.