Walking along the carpet, Aaron felt it build.
Knowing there was no other choice, he continued to shuffle his feet as much as possible. His shoes slid easily, with very little sole remaining. There was one small ridge, which caught once, almost sending Aaron to the floor. But he recovered, and was fine. He continued to shuffle.
When he had traversed the length of the room three times, he looked around. Only his baby brother, not even crawling yet. Aaron shuffled over. He looked down. Timothy looked up at him.
Aaron smiled, reached down, and held out a finger. As he neared Tim’s nose, the electricity arced.
Tim immediately burst into tears. Aaron laughed, then ran away before his parents could catch him. Tim sat, crying from the shock, while Aaron kept giggling in his room.