|Don't let the pink smile and dewy eyes fool you. She's a menace.|
This is how it starts.
Sam, 4, will be playing quietly. Just minding his own business.
Cate, 2, will sidle up beside him. She doesn't start in right away. She picks her moment.
Then, with no fanfare and for no particular reason, she says, "No, Sam."
Then Sam, for no particular reason, loses his mind, and screams. "Yes! Not no. Yes."
No. Yes! No. Yes! No. YES. No! YES. NO. YES. NO. YES. NO. YES. NO. YES. NO. YES.
Then, the crescendo. Simultaneously, pitch perfect, and at top volume.
My children are loud--warning siren loud--with amazing lung capacity. They may even have the crazy circular breathing of brass players and opera singers. But, I hope to never find out. About three seconds in, their father or I, and sometimes both, simultaneously, holler...
I don't know which is worse. The noise, or that fact that I have a two-year-old daughter who knows how to push her brother's buttons, and does it for fun.