Unexplored Territory

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Speaking of mind games

Thanks for your comments... I am glad to know that I am not the only one who likes to pull my kids' legs every once in a while.

When I was growing up, my sister (who is 5 1/2 years my senior) LOVED to do this one to me: cross her eyes and act like they were stuck.

Normally I didn't fall for her idiotic mind game. Well ok ... when I say "normally" I didn't fall for it after this one particular incident.

We were standing in our kitchen, and I suppose I was about 10 years old or so (maybe younger), and Mini Martha decided it was time to play the game. She crossed her eyes, and kept them that way. Then she started to panic, saying "oh my gosh! My eyes are stuck! Oh NO! Get Mom .... get her!!! My eyes are stuck! Mom was right!!!"

And my response? well, a blood-curdling scream, of course.

My Mom's response. She smacked ME in the face.

Me. Not my sister for teasing me.

Me.

But then, this is the woman who smacked my sister in the face when my sister came running into the house when she was 8 years old, screeching at the top of her lungs that she had fallen out of the tree. My mother had read somewhere that to bring a child out of hysterics was to smack them to shock the system.

It certainly shocked my sister's system. She fainted.

Because you see, my sister had broken her arm. And my mother has never lived that down, and she never will.

Labels: growing up, Mini Martha, the Mominator

I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.