"Hey Dad?"
"Yes?..." Dad said. Not bothering to look at me, he focused on eating his cereal.
"What do you do?" I asked him over the breakfast table.
"What?" He looked confused.
I sighed. "What do you do, like for a job?"
This was the worst question I could have possibly asked him…
"Well judging by the scientific parallelogram circulating in a clockwise direction at the speed of exactly 1.25 light seconds I blahdy, blahdy, blah (boring, boring, boring)…"
Two hours later…
"…and that technically explains a rough summary of my work." Mr. Simpleton looked smugly in his son’s direction. "Max?"
"…zzzzzzzz, zzzzzzzzzzzzz…"
Mr. Simpleton found his bored six-year-old son fast asleep from the most boring speech ever.
The next day…
"Today you’re going to see where I work, Max!" Dad said as he and I stepped into the lift.
Today I was finally going to know what my dad does for a job. I had been waiting for this moment forever.
The lift doors opened…
"Wow!!"
It was like a massive scientific lab. I was looking at a very large, circular room with lots of desks and computers. The computer screens had lots of random numbers and letters moving across them quickly and the he desks had lots of strange objects and strange inventions on top of them. Now I know what my dad is. He’s an inventor!
But that wasn’t the best discovery, it didn’t take me long to find that there were buttons everywhere!
"Now Max, I’ve got to do some work now so you can look around, but whatever you do, don’t touch any buttons."
"Ok dad," I said, running straight towards the extra shiny buttons.
I love buttons. They’re probably my most favourite thing in the whole wide world. Big ones, small ones, it doesn’t matter, I love them all! Especially the really big red ones.
I walked over to a small green button labelled POWER. Surely it can’t hurt just to touch one little button…
I moved my finger slowly towards the button and pushed it lightly. Oh, it was so much fun! As I released my finger absolutely everything went dark. I couldn’t see a thing, not even the back of my hand. It was like being in one of those really scary horror movies. Noticing that I couldn’t see, I felt around for another button…
Yes! I found one! This button felt funny. It felt a lot softer than the other button. I pushed it.
Nothing happened.
I pushed it again. And again and again and again.
Still nothing happened.
I was getting quite annoyed now. I punched the button as hard as I could. The button made the weirdest sound I ever heard. It sounded a lot like a person screaming in pain. Suddenly the lights came back on. That’s when I realised the button wasn’t actually a button. It was my dad's nose.
"I thought I told you not to push any buttons!" Dad yelled angrily.
"But I didn’t push any," I lied.
"Well then don't push any more!" and with that he stormed back to his desk.
I have to admit I was feeling a little guilty, but that’s before I noticed a yellow, square shaped button gleaming innocently only a few feet away. I couldn’t help myself. I walked up to the button and read the worn out label. A few of the letters were missing, but it basically said:
NO GR VI Y
Surly one more button won’t do any damage…
I pushed the button as quickly as possible so no one would notice. I placed my arms behind my back and looked around carefully. No one had seen me.
I was a very naughty boy.
I walked over to a desk chair and sat down. That’s funny, I thought to myself. Nothing happened. Nothing! Why hadn’t it worked? Every other button I’ve ever pushed had done something.
And that’s when I noticed something very strange…
Was I getting higher or was everything else getting lower? I looked down. I was flying! And so was the seat! Wow, I never knew I could fly. Maybe I have special super powers I never knew about! And that’s when everything else started flying too, which was kind of disappointing for two reasons:
1. Because I was quite looking forward to a new life as a super hero.
2. Because my very angry dad was swimming through the air straight towards me.
I started moving my legs as fast as I could. Who knew what Dad would do once he had his hands on me? Eventually I realised that trying to run wasn’t really getting me anywhere, so I tried copying dad’s swimming action.
This was a lot better, but Dad was catching up.
And then I saw it: a really, really big, shiny, round, red button!
I’m only inches away from it. Since dad was going to kill me anyway, I pushed the button. Dad’s murderous expression turned into complete terror.
"Nooo! Not the big red button!!!" shouted dad.
It’s funny because I didn’t get to read what the label said. I started to read it…
MASSIVE EXPLOSION, DO NOT TOUCH
P.S (goes off in three seconds)
I nervously check my watch… 3, 2, 1
‘POOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!’
I’ve learnt a lot about buttons since then. You should never push one no matter how tempting it is because you never know what might happen.
I hate buttons now. They’re probably my least favourite thing in the whole wide world. Big ones, small ones, it doesn’t matter, I hate them all! Especially the really big red ones.
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