The Sixth Sense

I swear, Ane just knows when Tad is having fun without her, because whenever he is, she swoops in and tries to kill his moment.

I was washing dishes yesterday when Tad insisted on “helping” – he has great en pointe skills and was actually climbing up the kitchen cabinet door under the sink until I gave him a boost with my knee under his rear. Unfortunately, I was washing either sharp things (knives) or breakable things (coffeepot and teacups), so I was very judicious about what I let him touch (the sponge, mostly).

Still, he had his hands in warm water and was getting all soapy, when the Jaws theme started playing. Figuratively, of course.

Ane came around the corner into the kitchen and beheld a ghastly sight (to her). Her brother was having fun.

Is this even allowed? It must be stopped!

“What is he doing?” she demanded.

“He’s kind of helping me wash dishes, though there really aren’t that many. Tad’s just getting to play in the sink,” I replied.

Her eyes narrowed. “I should be helping you wash dishes. I’m the big sister!”

“Yes, but it’s nice to let him have a turn, isn’t it?” I asked pointedly.

Ane had no answer, so she stomped off. Tad was getting down anyway, because the sink was empty.

Still, she’d staked her claim and tried to be a buzzkill. Her job was done.

3 Responses to “The Sixth Sense”

  1. Ressis
    January 29th, 2009 06:48

    I can empathize with Tad. I had a big sister like that too. 😉

  2. Aunt Lynda
    January 30th, 2009 09:06

    I’m not commenting on this one. I was the big sister too. Surely I wasn’t like that??

  3. Aunt Mary
    January 30th, 2009 11:22

    I’m glad I was the “baby”.