A story from my childhood
Apr. 9th, 2003 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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kimberly_a's livejournal, but I realized that it stands on its own, too.
My little sister is five years younger than than me.
Here's a story about us.
I was seven, she was two. I was lying on the dining room floor reading Lloyd Alexander's Time Cat, and my sister came running in from the kitchen, lept into the air, and landed on my back.
I told her to stop it, and she giggled.
She went back into the kitchen, and, once again,
Run run run run LEAP "OOOF" "Leila! STOP that!" "gigglegigglegiggle"
She went back into the kitchen. This time, though. . .
Run run run run run LEAP I roll out of the way *SPLAT* "WAAAAAHHHH!"
Leila goes running off to Mom. . . "Mommy, Mommy, Ian hurted me!"
Unfortunately for Leila, Mom had been watching the entire interaction, and told her, "Sorry kid, you're on your own from now on."
The time, the next year, when Leila came running to Mom with the complaint, "Mommy! Ian hurted my fist with his stomach," didn't change her opinion that we could work these things out ourselves.
Not even, "Mommy! Ian hurted my foot with his shin" changed Mom's opinion of this, even though, in that case, I actually did hurt Leila's foot with my shin, knowing that she'd run to Mom with the complaint, "Ian hurted my foot with his shin," and get into trouble.
kimberly_a's livejournal, but I realized that it stands on its own, too.My little sister is five years younger than than me.
Here's a story about us.
I was seven, she was two. I was lying on the dining room floor reading Lloyd Alexander's Time Cat, and my sister came running in from the kitchen, lept into the air, and landed on my back.
I told her to stop it, and she giggled.
She went back into the kitchen, and, once again,
Run run run run LEAP "OOOF" "Leila! STOP that!" "gigglegigglegiggle"
She went back into the kitchen. This time, though. . .
Run run run run run LEAP I roll out of the way *SPLAT* "WAAAAAHHHH!"
Leila goes running off to Mom. . . "Mommy, Mommy, Ian hurted me!"
Unfortunately for Leila, Mom had been watching the entire interaction, and told her, "Sorry kid, you're on your own from now on."
The time, the next year, when Leila came running to Mom with the complaint, "Mommy! Ian hurted my fist with his stomach," didn't change her opinion that we could work these things out ourselves.
Not even, "Mommy! Ian hurted my foot with his shin" changed Mom's opinion of this, even though, in that case, I actually did hurt Leila's foot with my shin, knowing that she'd run to Mom with the complaint, "Ian hurted my foot with his shin," and get into trouble.