We're at it again

He took the comic book, then sighed when he heard her cry. "Crap." he muttered. "Allison, I'm sorry...but you can not touch Daddy's books."

"No want it no more!" She pouted, climbed off of the chair, and tried to run off upstairs.

"Allison!" he yelled out. "Get back here."

"No, you yell!" Allison retorted quickly as she stomped up the stairs.

"Because you don't listen!"

"What the hell is going here?" Lacy asked as Allison stormed past her on the stairs.

"Ally's bad." Brandon tattled.

"Allison was grabbing my comic and it was starting to rip."

"So she's upstairs crying because she ripped a comic book?" Lacy asked.

Brandon shook his head. "Ally was baaaad, mommy!"

"I told her not to touch it." he said. "You know how I am with my comics."

"She's one years old, Punk."

"No, she's bad, mommy!" Brandon cheered.

"Brandon." She gave him a look, and he quieted down. She looked back at Punk. "Once you finish making sure your beloved comic book is okay, I think you should go talk to her."

"I'll talk to her now. I did feel really bad."

"Do what you need to do." She shrugged. "Come Brandon, lunch time." She went to take him in the kitchen.

Punk nodded and headed upstairs to Allison's room.

Allison was in her room, doing what she always did when she was upset - hiding. She didn't have the will to climb into her crib, so she snatched the blanket from the railing of the crib, laid down on the floor, and pulled the blanket over her whole body, pouting.

Punk knocked on Ally's door and walked in. He saw...something laying on the floor and was amused. Anyway, he sat on the floor by her and pulled the covers back a bit. "Allison..."

"No." She pouted and curled into a ball so he wouldn't be able to see her face. "Go 'way."

"Nope, not going anywhere." he told her.

"You yell, so no." She retorted easily, pulling the blanket back over her head.

He pulled it back down. "I know and I'm sorry I yelled. It was not very nice of me."

"Mean," she agreed, but curled back up into her ball to hide her face.

"Very mean and I feel like a very bad Daddy for doing that to you."

"Bad Daddy." She muttered. Oh, she was running this guilt trip hard. lol. "I just wanna look at the cartoons and you yell at me."

"You can look at any cartoons you want, but you have to ask me first before you take it. I don't take your stuff."

"I no take it." She shook her head. "Bam Bam take it and we sit and look on the couch together."

"...he took it?"