Friday – Cheyanne’s Big Sister
Jan. 14th, 2011 02:44 pm.
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I was driving Sweet Pea home from school the other night when he started telling me about the family of one of his Kindergarten classmates. The dymanics of this little girl's family are a bit surprising, to say the least.
”Cheyanne’s big sister is bigger than everyone else in her family. Even her mom and dad.”
“Really?”
“Yes. She’s 17. She’s older than her parents.”
“She’s older than her own parents? Wow. How old are they?”
“They’re 16. I think. That’s what Cheyanne said.”
“Her mom and dad are 16, and her sister is 17?” I was thinking that this would have made them about 11 when little Cheyanne was born, and -1 when they had her sister.
“Yes, but her sister’s really mean. She kicked her whole family’s butts, and that’s not very nice.”
“No, it’s not. She was wrong to do that.”
I heard silence from the back seat as he tried to gage what I was doing in the front of car. At 6:30 on a winter’s evening, he couldn’t see me very well.
“Mommy? Are you laughing?”
“No, sweetie. I’m just thinking that Cheyanne’s sister isn’t very nice.”
“No she’s not.”
“Her poor mommy and daddy! And poor Cheyanne. It must be really bad to have a sister that kicks your whole family’s butts.”
“Yeah, that’s what Cheyanne said.”
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I was driving Sweet Pea home from school the other night when he started telling me about the family of one of his Kindergarten classmates. The dymanics of this little girl's family are a bit surprising, to say the least.
”Cheyanne’s big sister is bigger than everyone else in her family. Even her mom and dad.”
“Really?”
“Yes. She’s 17. She’s older than her parents.”
“She’s older than her own parents? Wow. How old are they?”
“They’re 16. I think. That’s what Cheyanne said.”
“Her mom and dad are 16, and her sister is 17?” I was thinking that this would have made them about 11 when little Cheyanne was born, and -1 when they had her sister.
“Yes, but her sister’s really mean. She kicked her whole family’s butts, and that’s not very nice.”
“No, it’s not. She was wrong to do that.”
I heard silence from the back seat as he tried to gage what I was doing in the front of car. At 6:30 on a winter’s evening, he couldn’t see me very well.
“Mommy? Are you laughing?”
“No, sweetie. I’m just thinking that Cheyanne’s sister isn’t very nice.”
“No she’s not.”
“Her poor mommy and daddy! And poor Cheyanne. It must be really bad to have a sister that kicks your whole family’s butts.”
“Yeah, that’s what Cheyanne said.”