The Brat scored a victory today of which he can be at least slightly proud. I wanted to get online this afternoon, but The Brat, as usual came home, walked in the garage door (perhaps his house key doesn't work), and signed onto his computer. Then he got up and went in the bathroom to shower. Wanting to get online, I checked the phone line and saw that he had left his computer signed on as usual. I went in his room to sign him off, but the little pervert has his computer password protected (what are you trying to hide pervo?). He walked in his room as I was trying to sign him off, which set off a fight. He screamed at me, I screamed at him, and when I went to push him out of the way, he decided he was going to wrestle me down. Yep, he succeeded. The Brat finally pinned me down. Now if only he'd learn to have even the smallest amount of respect for other people he might almost be a viable semblance of an Australopithecus.