Living with Rob (Three Word Thursday)

Jenny sighed as she heard the screech of surprise and pain, but she put away the groceries before she did anything about it. Walking into the living room, she saw she was correct in her guess: Rob had tried to play his DS with a broken wrist and two broken fingers. Rob looked up piteously, which might have worked if he hadn't tried that earlier.

"Jenny, could you--" Rob began, but was cut off.

"'Jenny, is my hand going to be okay? Jenny, can I cook tonight with my broken hand? Jenny, can I sue the manufacturer of cardboard boxes for breaking my hand and fingers?' Rob, I've had it up to HERE with your rogitations!" Jenny growled. "For some reason I cannot fathom, you seem to assume that that hand and those phalanges lets you develop an egocentric attitude to to the point of solipsism!"

Robert ducked his head in apology as Jenny picked up the DS and put it away.

"I'm sorry, Jen. I guess I just...I'm not used to this. I'm used to handling everything by myself. I'm really sorry." Rob looked up at Jenny with no trace of self-pity. "Forgive me?"

Jenny looked at him, a smile playing about her lips. "Yeah, I guess."

Rob bounded to his feet, knocking a picture frame askew. "Cool! I'm next to nequient in my one hand, but I can still help put groceries away!"

Jenny shook her head as she followed him into the kitchen.