From The Back Seat

On our way home this weekend, we stopped at got a RedBox, Frozen. Brian and I have never seen the movie--we might be the last people in the free world to have not seen this phenom. We have now officially heard it, though.

When it came to the part (spoiler alert) when one sister is saved by the other sister, I reached to the controls and hit the pause button. I turned in my seat to face my two daughters--sister, just two years apart, and said, "Does this scene speak to y'all?"

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Daughter 1 quickly answered, "Yes."

Daughter 2 responded with, "Eh ... not so much."

And the next fifty miles went something along the lines of this:

"Yeah, well, I didn't ask for you to be born."

"I didn't ask for you to be a turd."

"The one who smelt it dealt it."

"I don't smell anything but you and your stupid breath."

{heavy panting in the direction of her sister}

"Stupid mouth breather."

"Stupid, dumb mouth breather."

"Why don't you just shut up?"
 

"You shut up first and then the whole world will be happy."

"Let her go! Let her go! Just open the door and leave her on the side of the road!"

"They'd leave you on the side of the road because they'd left you at a restaurant before."

"Only because I was reading. You don't even know how to read."

"I know how to read, but I have a life."

"I have a life. I've lived longer than you."

"Only because you were born first."
 

"Yeah, well, I didn't ask for you to be born."

Eventually, they asked two questions:

The first was why we weren't watching the movie and then next was why I was trying to get my door open while singing, "Let me go! Let me go!"

If you want to read more of our hi-jinx while traveling, you need to get yourself a copy of my book, TMI Mom Crazy On Board. I guarantee you'll laugh. Really. You will. You can get it locally at Hastings or through Amazon. 

Sister Sleepover

"Can we have a sister sleepover?" Daughter 2 asked as she bounced around the living room. Knowing that she had not had good sleep since the last day of school and knowing that she'd likely be driving her sister nutso, I passed the buck to Daughter 1, who would have to be sleeping with her.

"Can we have a sister sleepover together?" Daughter 2 asked her sister, who was sitting on the couch, half dozed and quite possibly with drool coming from her mouth since she hadn't had good sleep since the last day of school.

Daughter 1 shrugged her shoulders and mumbled, "Don't care." Then she stood up from the couch and said, "C'mon."

Forty minutes and three dozen yells of "Calm down!" by her three family members, Daughter 2 finally settled and The Daughters went to sleep. Before I went to my own bed a couple of hours later, I peeked in at my sleeping beauties. They were back-to-back in the middle of the bed. I imagined that Daughter 1 had gotten ugly with a wild Daughter 2 and they'd gone to sleep pouting. None the less, their breathing was synched up and I wished for them at that very moment that they'd always remain this close, not necessarily literally, but for sure figuratively.

Eight Nine Ten hours later, I woke up to a quiet house. Brian was already at the gym (he's such a good man) and The Daughters were still asleep. I peeked in and found Daughter 1 completely wrapped in her comforter and her sister, sprawled in the middle of the bed, uncovered.

In my attempt to cover Daughter 1, I woke her.

"I was just trying to cover your sister."

"She doesn't want covers," she told me in her sleepy voice.

"She might," I argued. "It's really a cold day out."

Daughter 1 really didn't care. She got up to pee and to seize possession of the remote control. I brushed my teeth and went back into her bedroom to cover her sister and found this:

 

She had covered herself.

"See?" I said as I called Daughter 1 back to her room to show her that her sister did want covered.

"Yeah," spouted back Daughter 1, "I wanted a bed to myself we can't all get everything we want."

Except that ... Daughter 2 ended up in the middle of the bed, by herself with all the covers. I guess good things come to those who sleep in.