Our friend Question, she of the Cadbury creme egg package, recently posted about the ways her three very young nieces torment one another. I'm mostly oblivious to similar behavior by Julia or Genevieve, but come to think of it, I have been meaning to post about some mischief on the drive home from Moorhead last Monday.
We'd just had lunch, and it was nap time by anyone's reckoning. For the first time ever, Julia was truly trying to take a nap in her car seat: eyes closed, head tilted into her pillow, silky clutched in her hands. She was thwarted by her sister. Vivi kept peering around the edge of her own seat at Julia and screaming, as loud as possible, "Nuh-UH!" Translation: No way is anyone taking a nap in this car!
It worked like a charm. Neither one slept a wink.