It is quiet. Too quiet.
I’m in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast while Swee’Pea and TheMonk play in the next room. I can hear them interacting with each other and with their toys. I recognize the familiar music from a Fisher Price phone and I know that TheMonk is playing with it. What I don’t hear is Swee’Pea and that is why it’s too quiet.
Feeling it’s time to investigate, I poke my head out of the kitchen into the adjoining play room and both Swee’Pea and TheMonk, sensing that I’m near, freeze in place. At the same time they both turn to look at me. I quickly survey the scene. TheMonk is sitting on the ground with his legs extended straight out in front of him. He is doubled over like a diver in a pike position. I see that he is clutching the Fisher Price phone tightly to his chest, protecting the phone from the clutches of a certain little girl. The look on his face, as he turns to face me is one of extreme distress. “HELP ME!” he seems to be saying.
Meanwhile, Swee’Pea is also frozen – and she too is looking at me. However, she’s in a slightly different postion. She is standing behind TheMonk with both of her hands firmly on TheMonk’s shoulders. She is clearly seeking the Fisher Price phone and, just as clearly, is about to throw TheMonk to the ground to get it. The expression on her face is pure “deer-caught-in-the-headlights.” Her eyes are wide open and she stares at me for a second as she sees me survey the situation. She knows the jig is up. She knows that she’s been busted.
So, she does what any 19-month-old little girl who’s been caught in the midst of terrorizing her brother would do. She smiles at me, turns to her brother who is still tightly clutching his toy – not knowing what is about to transpire – and plants a kiss on his head. She turns to me and smiles once more and then returns to TheMonk and plants another kiss on his head. Not sure what to do (do I reprimand her for something she really hasn’t done yet?), I praise her for kissing her brother. Swee’Pea’s smile turns to a laugh.
She stands up straight and walks away from TheMonk. As she distances herself from the current situation I can just tell she’s thinking… “Whew, that was a close one!”
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