The civil unrest began shortly after breakfast, when I went out to get my morning exercise. (We have a sidewalk loop right in front of our townhouse where I try walk a mile or two each morning.) The girls declined my invitation to come out an play while I walked, stating that they were "in the middle of THE most awesome story show ever and didn't have time." Whatever. They were getting along nicely, so I let it go.
Twenty minutes into my walk, just as I was getting to the good part of the Harry Potter book I'm reading, Birdie came charging out the front door. She let the whole neighborhood know that "Sissy tried to strangle me with her bare hands! TWICE!"Vicious, aren't they? (borrowed image)
Great. "So what did you do to cause that reaction, Birdie?" Guess I'll finish my walk later.
"Uhhhhhh, nothing?!" She said this like it was a question. Which meant the answer was decidedly not "nothing".
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