I am sure I have talked about the gleam in Christian’s little eyes that I knew would come to fruition some day.
That day has officially arrived.
Christian more or less spends his days wandering around finding ways to aggravate his brother and sister. This is something you other eldest children will remember from your childhood.
I know I do. Remember I am the oldest of 6 children. Believe me, I remember the aggravating siblings VERY well.
It’s not easy. Being the oldest. Or even being an elder sibling.
And there are little Christians all over the world making it even harder.
On our way home from gymnastics this afternoon I was happily singing along to whatever song was on the radio with the windows down (testing to see if my kids are embarrass-able yet – they aren’t) when I heard howling/screaming coming from Juliette. She was screaming, “Stistan tole my tapstick!!!!” repeatedly as if she were in pain and dying. I mean, I get that it is winter in a pretty dry climate, we all have chapped lips, but really? It was a little bit drastic even for Juliette.
But then.
Then I looked in the rearview mirror.
I wish you could have seen it because I am not sure I posses the ability to describe – in all the hilarity that this truly deserves – what I saw.
The Grinch stealing the Who’s Christmas is what comes to mind when recalling this little episode. You know the evil, satisfied little grin.
Yes. That is what I saw on Christian’s face.
He had the chapstick dangling out of his mouth, he was looking in the opposite direction from Juliette. Pretending, I am sure, to look out the window as if he was completely innocent. Even the expression in his eyes was innocent.
But he could not hold back that little bit of an impish grin.
He was extremely proud of himself.
I somehow managed to calm Juliette down and convince her to nicely hold out her hand and ask him for it back.
Ya. No. He glanced at her and went back to his little reverie by the window.
The howling began yet again.
At that point I was trying really hard not to laugh and had to concentrate on the howling to keep from doing so.
I have never wished more, for a red light.
I got one, stopped, turned around, grabbed the chapstick from the imp and returned it to it’s owner.
Then the howling and smiling began again.
But from opposite parties.
It was a long drive home and I think I am going to put their car seats on opposite sides of the bench.
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