This is how I show my anger.

"Will you come pick me up?" He asks over the phone. It's more of a prompting than a question; he thinks he knows the answer.
"No." I reply casually, as if he had asked me if I'd like a Popsicle or if I'd seen the latest blockbuster.
"No?" He struggles, trying to make his lips, tongue, and teeth work together to form this foreign word.
"No." I repeat in my best friendly voice.
"What do you mean?" He gropes for understanding because, contrary to all obvious evidence, I can't really mean "no", can I?
"I mean 'no', as in, 'no, I will not come pick you up'" I clarify. Poor thing, hes so confused.
"Um . . . okay." Silence. "Can I talk to mom?"


(Yes, I am satisfied.)