Feisty Repartee

Me, Mini-Me, and Mini-Me II

A few weeks ago I treated myself to a new notebook computer and wireless internet.

Dear Lord, how did I ever live without these things before?

The absolute freedom these things allow is incredible. No longer am I ensconced at a computer armoire in my bedroom, tucked away from the rest of the family, plugging away on a cumbersome desktop.

Of late, I've taken over a small secretary in the hall of the foyer with a view through the glass front doors, as well as through the open living room and out the French doors and bank of windows along the back of the house. It's incredible. I love it.

An offshoot to my new location is my ability to watch and listen to the girls as they play, watch television, and interact with one another, seemingly oblivious to my presence in the foyer.

I'm a veritable fly on the wall.

I'm also amazed at how many of my words and phrases come out of their mouths.

This evening, Sweet One (Mini-Me) was doing homework at the breakfast table.

Not to be outdone, Wee One (Mini-Me II) decided she had "homework" as well and set out all of her drawing paper, pencils, markers, and crayons.

Within minutes, Wee One had overtaken nearly three-fourths of the table with her "stuff."

Sweet One complained and asked her sister to keep her stuff on her half of the table.

Wee One told her rather emphatically, "Life's not fair, the sooner you realize and accept it, the better off you will be."

Wee One is four.

They argued for a moment or two and Sweet One asserted herself and forcibly moved Wee One's things to her half of the table.

Wee One pouted and whined a bit, then told Sweet One if she did not "fly right" she was going to tell Mommy on her.

Sweet One informed the little one that if she told Mommy, then Mommy was going to be mad at both of them.

Lastly, she said to her little sister: "You may as well get happy, because if we make Mommy mad, both our bottoms are going to be sad."

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