Olivia has entered that stage of social development where she's discovered the fun of being naughty just for the thrill of seeing/hearing other people's reactions to her behavior.
Actual conversation this morning during the three mile drive from our house to my mom's:
Alyssa, whining, "Livie, don't kick my backpack."
Me, thinking, OMG, give me a flipping break, "It doesn't really matter...oh, Livie, don't kick your sister's backpack."
Olivia, softly, with just a small grin in her voice, "Can I kick her butt?"
Me, stifling laughter, "No, you cannot kick your sister's butt."
Olivia, the grin in her voice bigger now, "Can I kick her leg?"
Me, not bothering to hide my own smile, "Of course not, it would hurt her."
Olivia, having decided that this game is great fun, "Can I kick her lips?"
Alyssa decided to join the fun at this point, pretending to be agast at the idea of her lips being kicked, "She wants to kick me in the lips!?"
I laughed outright at this point, "Livie, you can't kick your sister in the lips. It would hurt her and she might cry."
Olivia and Alyssa joined me in laughter and we pulled into my mom's driveway.
That? Is my idea of the perfect way to start the day.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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