I HAVE TO THANK THE OL' HUSBAND FOR THE CLEVER TITLE OF THIS POST; I ALWAYS WELCOME HIS CONTRIBUTIONS. PERHAPS, ONE DAY HE WILL TAKE OVER THE KEYBOARD AS A GUEST WRITER.
ANYWHO...THE OTHER DAY I WAS MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS (THAT IS, THE BUSINESS OF OUR HOUSEHOLD) WHEN OUT OF THE BLUE I HEARD THE FOLLOWING EXCHANGE.
"MINE." (CLEARLY ENUNCIATED)
"MINNNE." (SLIGHTLY LESS ENUNCIATED)
"NO. MINE!" (WITH GROWING INTENSITY)
"NO. MIIIINE!!!" (WITH RECIPROCATED INTENSITY)
"MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!" (GROWING WEARY)
"MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!" (CLEARLY EXASPERATED)
FOLLOWED BY A SERIES OF SQUEALS, SCREAMS, AND GRUNTS.
IT SEEMS WE HAVE HAD THE FIRST OF WHAT I ASSUME WILL BE MANY SIBLING EXCHANGES.
CENTERED AROUND CONFLICT.
DEBATING OVER A TOY.
THAT IS DESIRED EQUALLY BY EACH PARTY.
WHAT IS THE WORD FOR THAT?
AH, YES.
AN ARGUMENT.
A FIGHT.
A BATTLE ROYALE.
THESE TWO? REALLY?
MOST DAYS, THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S SIDEKICK.
PARTNERS IN CRIME.
BEST BUDS.
LEADER AND WILLING FOLLOWER.
OUR VERY OWN DORA AND BOOTS
MAX AND RUBY
PART OF ME SIGHS IN MY OWN EXASPERATION; WHILE THE OTHER PART OF ME CHUCKLES AS THE LITTLE MAN PULLS UP HIS BOOT STRAPS, GIVING THE LITTLE LADY A DOSE OF HER OWN SISTERLY MEDICINE. IT IS ONE MORE REMINDER THAT OUR SWEET ONES ARE GROWING UP AT A PACE THAT FRANKLY SEEMS ALL TOO QUICK. IT FEELS AS THOUGH IT WAS JUST YESTERDAY, WHEN ALL WE HEARD FROM THE LITTLE MAN WERE SWEET SIGHS AND COOS AS HE FIXED HIS GAZE AFFECTIONATELY UPON HIS SISTER.
WHILE HIS SWEET SIGHS HAVE DEVELOPED INTO BOYISH YELPS, GRUNTS, AND SHOUTS, HIS AFFECTION FOR HIS SISSY IS UNWAVERING.
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