You're gonna miss me when I'm gone -- Summer 2014

I was getting so upset with my big brother!  Reed was aggravating me so much.  I stomped to the living room where I saw mum.  "You need to tell him to shut up," I said to her, crossing my arms and plopping heavily into the chair angrily.

I laughed.  I had just gotten done turning all of her dolls into bald little dolls.  I smirked, hearing her yelling at mum.  Mum was definitely not going to take that very well.  I shook my head and decided it would be best if I ended up outside instead of having myself so close to the evidence.  But outside there was my dad, a little smirk on his face, too.  Well, this could end up going either way really.  I smiled at him timidly.  "Hey Dad," I said to him simply.

I looked up from rearranging a vase full of flowers.  I smiled at her, even though she was clearly upset at Reed.  "Why don't you tell me what's going on," I said to my daughter simply.  It was easier to just let her open up to me as she wanted rather than ask numerous questions.

I had a bit of a smirk on my face seeing my son trying to escape trouble.  I smiled at him while cleaning off the grill before cooking dinner on it.  "So... what'd you do to elicit your sister's rage this time?" I asked Reed.

"He's just being so... him," I said to my mum, hoping that  she would understand what I was getting at.  I could not stand my big brother sometimes.

I just looked at Dad, faking being appalled.  "What makes you think it was my fault?  Maybe she's just being a drama queen,"  I pointed out to him.  That was always a possibliity.

I really tried to resist laughing at my daughter's description, but a chuckle still escaped my lips.  "Dana, you've got to make sure that you try not to hurt your brother's feelings by being mean to him, too," I said to her.

I looked at Reed, shaking my head at him.  "Kiddo, I know you were up to something.  I saw what you did to your sister's dolls.  But thsi doesn't sound like she found them yet," I said to him.  "It just sounds like you were pestering her."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.  "I'm only being as nice as he is to me," I said to Mum simply.

I smirked.  "I don't know what you're talking about," I said to my dad when he spoke of Dana's dolls.  I shrugged, sitting down.  "And I think she's pestering me just as badly."

"Dana," I warned her with my tone.  "You two need to behave with each other... yosu won't always have each other."  I was sure that my daughter would not enjoy hearing that at all.

I chuckled.  "I'm sure she is.  That's kind of the point of a younger sibling," I informed my son.  "But that's when it's the job of hte older sibling to suck it up and ignore her if necessary."

I shook my head and gaped at my dad.  "That's definitely not fair. I object," I said to him, crossing my arms.  I was not going to stand for that!  "You're just saying that because she's a girl."

I knew Mum would hate it if I rolled my eyes, so I resisted.  "Don't go on about this again," I said.  It was the speech she always said whenever Reed and I got into bad arguments or little tiffs with each other.  It was so annoying, but I could not flat out say it to my own mother.  That would be rude.

I laughed openly at my son, without meaning to.  "I'm sorry Reed... but that's not the reason I say that," I said to him softly.  "I am just saying that because you are hte oldest one."