It’s like we’re anthropologists

The Sisters each have one girl child and one boy child.  You’d think that being girls themselves, they’d understand the daughters easier than the sons.  Turns out that’s not always true.  Every morning, when we drop the kids at school we are witness to the oddest ritual we have ever seen.  Now mind you – although it was decades ago – we were once pre-teen girls.  Which should qualify us to have some serious insight into the minds of said people.  Nope.  Not even close.

Here’s what happens: The girl child jumps out of the car, rushes to her peeps, arms flailing, legs running, all while squealing loudly.  They then fall into each other’s arms for a group hug.

***Amylynn here – my girl child has a mild variation on this technique once all the girls merge into the hug, then they move en masse away from the car and up to the sidewalk. It’s like a squealing mass of arms and legs. Weird.

A HUG.  Every single blessed day.  It’s like they haven’t seen each other for years instead of seventeen hours.  There’s joy, laughter, and more squealing.  You might think that’s heartwarming until you actually see it for yourself.  Then you know it’s odd.

ODD.

Who taught them this?  Where did it come from?  Is it communism?  We think too many germs are involved – stay back, save yourselves!  We should have just had boys.