The toddler was contently eating her breakfast, minding her own business
The six year old was on the bench beside her highchair jockeying for her attention by flinging her legs into the air, singing in a high pitched voice at the top of her lungs, and generally doing everything that makes her mama crazy at a normal hour of the day, let alone at breakfast.
I took my deep breaths and drank my coffee and finally I reached the point where I just couldn’t.
“Child,” I said to aforementioned six year old. “What is it you want from her?”
The response?
“I’m just showing her my awesome.”
Well. Who am I to get in the way of that?