Yesterday I was busy doing The Mom thing-cleaning and otherwise occupying myself with the mundane tasks of making the household run seamlessly. You know, a Tuesday.
Just as I was piling up the socks to deposit in the drawer, my happy housewife routine was broken by a scream of epic proportions echoing up the stairs, preceding the quick thud of running feet.
In mere moments, Ashlyn stood before me, hand on neck, face arranged in a look of complete outrage. "Mom!" she began in dismay and shock, "Caedance just pinched me. Pinched me! MOM--it was really, really hard!"
Socks forgotten, I looked at my other daughter. The Instigator. Caedance.
"Caedance," I leveled my gaze at her pointedly, "is that true?"
(Side Note: I'm not sure what exactly I was expecting her to say. She is 7 after all and they are not always known for retelling things with the most accuracy. Whatever I had in my mind when I posed that question, I certainly was not looking for hearing the truth. Not at all.)
"Caedance, is that true?"
She looked straight at me, nonplussed, "Oh yes, Mother. I did. Right here," she lifted her mop of curls and pointed to the very spot where she planted the pinch on her twin. (A quick check on Ashlyn's neck confirmed the truth in that.)
"Why exactly did you do that, Caedance?" This was getting interesting.
"Well she was losing, Mother. She was playing her game (a ds game) and she was losing. I really don't like it when she loses, so I figured if I pinched her she would stop losing."
"Really?" (This was a lot more interesting than putting socks away.) "And Caedance, do you think that was the right thing to do?"
"Probably not, Mom. She kept losing." She stopped her, looking around and considering her next words. "But I'm okay and am ready to move on."
Oh. I see.
Honestly, part of me was on the verge of laughter, part of me appreciated her logic, and the other part (the parent part) figured I should probably do something "Parent-ish" about it.
Caedance was smiling at me. Ashlyn was furrowing her brow, waiting for whatever I was about to dole out to her sister. I still had piles of clothes to put away. A toilet to scrub.
I looked at my first born and said, "You don't need to worry about losing at DS games for a little while because when we pinch, we lose privileges." (Should I even need to say that?? At 7?)
She smiled sweetly, gave Ashlyn and quick kiss on the cheek (on her own accord), and skipped off to play.
Ashlyn shrugged off her dismay, apparently satisfied with the result, and followed her sister off into Playland and fun.
As for me, I picked up where I had left off, putting away all that lovely laundry, and cleaning, cleaning, cleaning.
It was Tuesday, after all.