Sheldon sat intently gazing at the television. What he was watching this time was some old musical, and he was happily studinng their strange costumes and facial expressions (not to mention sitting back and enjoying the music). Wagging his tails back and forth, he reached forward, his little white paw pressing against the front of the tube to turn up the volume. There wasn't a smile, or any other form of expression on his face as the characters on screen broke out into another song, just a cant of his head and then mimicing of the dramatic expressions that fell on their faces."That's it!" came a voice from the other room, as a certain skull-faced father came into the room. "OUT!" Taskmaster lifted a paw and pointed towards the front door. The kid was just making too much noise (first the bouncing around asking questions, then then 'cleaning' and breaking just about everything and now loud musicals). He just couldn't take it anymore.
Sheldon needed to spend time OUTSIDE.
The little male made up his face, in an excat match to his father's. His Pops was sure working on something important, if he didn't even want to listen to the music they were singing on the TV. With yet another glare from his father, he quickly jumped down from the couch and walked over to the door. "......I can't reach the door." he blinked. It didn't take long for Taskmaster to open up the door, and give him a less then gentle shove out.
Maybe Sheldon could find someone else that wasn't too busy to watch musicals with.
