DD1 had a bad week.
DD1 has actually had a couple of bad weeks. At school. DD1 has been having a rough time remembering to get all of her school work done and turned in on time.
DD1 has had to sign her "Tally Sheet" three times in the past couple of weeks. (You have to sign your Tally Sheet when you don't turn in assignments.)
Anyway, DD2 (who is only in second grade, as opposed to DD1 being in fifth grade) has been walking around all day telling me that she hasn't ever "flipped her card" (the second grade version of a Tally Sheet) EVER in her life. Not once. And did I know that (Sister's name) had signed her Tally Sheet THREE TIMES?
She's been waiting for something like this for seven years. Seven long years of being perfection's little sister.
I? Am the youngest of six.
I? Totally get where she is coming from.
I? Am also the mom of the child who is so thrown by all of this "Tally Sheet signing" that I can see the pain on her face every time the topic comes up. So, I feel compelled to remind DD2 that, although I've never received a phone call from a teacher at school about DD1's behavior, DD2 was only in kindergarten for six days before I got my first ever teacher phone call about how a certain someone had decided she had completed enough school work and was not going to do any more. Ever.
Her reply? "Yeah, but not THREE TIMES!"
Oh, to be the little sister.
Oh wait... I am.
3 comments:
It's an interesting idea - I too sometimes find myself more sympathetic to the younger sibling - like wanting to play with the older than the older wanting space. Oh well. Sucks to be them.
Love it. Love it all. Sigh. (or was that a groan?) :)
I love the way they think or the things they say!
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