In Which I Am Mean...Again

We were watching a movie, the four of us, when N started goofing around and refusing to listen to his father and I when we tried to get him to take his game into another room. He began to yell and make a fuss. I gave him a three count, then told him he'd have to go to his room to calm down.

He started to stomp off, then wheeled around to face me, screaming with all his might: "MEAN!"

He paused, and then--apparently unsure whether he'd gotten his point across--added, "IE!"

What was really mean, I think, was that neither Baroy nor Em nor I could hold back the hysterical giggles until he'd made it to his room and slammed his door.