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Shocking tale!
- Jun 25, 2009 at 10:23 AM
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Siblings, what complicated creatures. I am not sure that there is any other relationship that holds such power; simply because a person carries a title of brother or sister. I mean, where else can you find a person who so completely and utterly agitates you just because he or she is breathing the same air you breathe?
Child A: Mom he is touching me!
Child B: No, I'm not. (Child B is blatantly holding a finger next to Child A; as close as a person physically can without actually touching.)
Child A: Mom, he is pretending to touch me!
Child B: (Mischievous grin plastered to his face as he repeats, I'm not touching you!
Mom: Please don't touch your sister. Please don't pretend to touch your sister!
A few seconds of silence commences.
Child A: Mommmmmmmmmm! He's looking at me!
I am a mother of six. Six kids means each child has five siblings that will love and torture them to the fullest extent of their being; five siblings they will love and torture above and beyond in return. I can't even begin to explain the multi-dimensional dynamics between my kids; a relationship that is at times admittedly entertaining, frustrating, awe-inspiring...fueled by a combination of pure insanity and undying love. If you have siblings or are a mother to more than one child then you understand what I am talking about.
On this particular night as I was working on a writing deadline, I could hear my children very loudly in the other room. The level of sound was not unusual, having six kids you get used to a certain volume of noise. What caught my attention at first was the fact that several long minutes had gone by without my name being yelled out in dire distress. Mom, "so-and-so" is doing ______________!
Hmm, my Mommy radar was on guard. My kids had been picking at each other and tattling most of this blistering summer day; a sudden reprieve was unnerving. I tried to be aware of the situation, just in case I needed to be in dialing reach of 911...
Squeals of laughter carried over from the other room; not the "evil" chuckle of delight as someone is tormenting another for personal enjoyment, but genuine sounds of amusement. My curiosity was peaked at what was so hilarious.
I stood outside of the doorway. I recognized all six of my children's voices. AWWWWW! My kids were interacting with each other-willingly! There was no blood curdling screams! My mother's heart was touched at the visions that formed in my mind of the sibling love being expressed beyond the doorway. See, I knew they liked each other deep down...
I listened-a silly sentimental smile on my face.
Child one: Okay, it's your turn. (Giggle, giggle.)
Child two: Come on, you can do it!
Brief silence followed by shrieks of laughter.
Child one: Who wants to do it again?
Child three: Coaxing child six. Don't you want superpowers? Go ahead.
The kids in unison started encouraging-chanting: Do it! Do it!
Howls of laughter came from the room.
Child six: Can I do it again?
More guffawing.
I continued to listen, hating to disturb the hilarity of the moment, but at the same time wondering if I should be concerned at what was making everyone laugh to the point of gasping for breath.
Child six: Don't you want superpowers? His three-year-old voice was giggling...and his innocent tone suddenly sounded more ominous. In harmony their voices mingled, Lick it! Lick it!
Lick it? That was my cue to enter stage right!
There my children encircled one another; appearing sweet and innocent to an outsider, but I was their mother-I knew otherwise. Child number three had his tongue extended and was touching the object Child number one was gleefully holding in her hand. He shrieked and everyone fell to the ground with laughter. The battery held in the air like a coveted trophy for the world to see!
What are you doing?
I don't know why I even bothered asking that question because it was quite obvious what was going on. You would think that at this point in my mothering career that seeing my children shock one another with a battery wouldn't shock me-I admit, however, that I was a little surprised that this was my children's choice of entertainment for the evening.
I repeated my question: What are you doing? I tried my best to sound official, resisted the urge to smile or laugh at an activity that I should probably be mortified over.
Child six: He excitedly grabbed the battery and held it up to me. Wanna lick? You can have superpowers, too! And it's funny...evil laughter filled the air.
Yep, makes a Mama proud-doesn't it?
So, what sibling moments do you have to share?
Tags: funny, siblings, brothers and sisters, relationships, licking batteries
Comments:
That is funny! We constantly did things like this (my mom's stories are even worse.. hint: weeds+fire+circle+kid in middle= not good). They make for great strories and moments of laughter, both good things on way too hot summer nights!
LOL!! Very cute! Wow...I'm glad it was a battery. ;-) IDK why I was envisioning electrical cords, remote control...it must be fun at your house! :-)
That sounds like something my kids would do. Never trust kids who are getting along I always say.
oh man, I have to hid batteries in the strangest places AND apply several layers of duct tape over the compartment of *anything* that uses batteries b/c my 3 year old - who won't eat table food - chews on batteries and other odd items! *sigh* kids will be kids....
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That is so crazy!!! I tell my kids all the time ,I can't wait to share some of the priceless moments of their childhood( such as this one) to the guests of their wedding rehearsal dinners.I'm already planning a screening.Ha Ha