March 2, 2006

• What a conniving stinker!! This afternoon, Stuart called me over to where he was playing quietly in the bathroom sink filled with water. Innocently, I walked over to where he was to see what he needed. As I stopped behind him where he was crouching over the sink, he spun around suddenly with a 6 year old's cry of triumph...and my face was doused in a hard stream of cold water that came shooting out from the little froggy squirt toy he had been so sneakily hiding under the water in the sink. I was shocked almost to inaction!! Almost...but not quite!

  
  

  As I erupted into a volcanic display of shock and surprise, he realized that his best and most effective plan was to make a rapid exodus before I had thoroughly regained my composure...which I agree was a wise plan, and one that he discharged quite willingly.

  
  

  Here I was, innocent and oblivious, yet mistreated thus by my own brother! What is a mature young woman supposed to do?

  
  

  As I listened to the sounds of his rapid footsteps heading to the other end of the house and the peals of his jubilantly triumphant laughter, I knew exactly what I had to do

  
  

  With one goal and an evil snicker, I quickly filled up the little pink froggy squirt toy with a fresh dose of water, and shouting my own revengeful challenge across the the house, took off after my escaping assailant.

  
  

  When the score had been settled, I informed Stuart that he had to clean up all the water on the floor.  

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