It’s Coming

This incident was related to me by My Honey this weekend. 

He and Sassy and The Bandit were leaving Bandit’s soccer game on Saturday.  They piled into the pickup and headed off to the Dairy Queen for an ice cream snack since it was still in the high 90s.  I know – isn’t that ridiculous for the last week of October?  Anyway, the girl was driving the boy crazy.  Apparently it was all nag nag nag and yap yap yap from the back seat.  Finally the boy had had enough.

“Sassy, I am not having this conversation,” he told her.

I love that.  At four years old he’s finally getting the verbal skills to do more than just scream at her.  Eventually, he’s going to get tired of the physical abuse as well.  And lord help me, but I won’t stop him.

I’m an older sister – I know how the torment went.  My Honey, a younger brother himself, tells me all the time, “Older sisters suck.”

I can’t deny it.  I once handcuffed my younger brother to the mailbox for an hour while my parents were out of the house.