Never Piss Off a Princess…

Siblings are fascinating creatures.  Never having any myself, I only got to experience them secondhand through tales of friends who had them.  So now that we have a set of our own, I find it interesting to see things first hand. 

As I have said before, the kids have a love/hate relationship.  They are constantly showing concern about where the other one is and what the other one is doing when they are not together.  At first I think it was genuine concern but now I suspect it is more for plotting purposes.

Recently Miss A has been demanding more and more of her big brother, much to his dismay.  Her new thing is wanting to sit in his car seat.  I am partly to blame.  One afternoon I took her to the store (without her brother) and let her sit in his seat.  It was a whole new world on that side of the van and she liked it!  Depending on the day/moment, Mr. D was ok with this new “let’s switch seats” thing, allowing her to sit in his seat while he checked out the view from hers. 

This, however, started a new thing to squabble about.  Mornings are not the best time for any of us, particularly during the week.  People are cranky, tired, and generally disagreeable first thing in the morning at our house.  Perkiness is NOT ALLOWED.  As it happened, last Tuesday, we were in the process of getting it together to go to the van.  D was not cooperating, complaining about his shoes, his shirt, and his blanket…whatever he could think of to delay the process of heading to the van.  While he was moping about, I was herding A towards the garage.  “Time to go to the car” I said.  Smiling a huge smile, she scampered quickly to the door, announcing “I sit in Day-dee’s seat”.  I am not sure if he heard her, but I did hear the hubby say to him…”Alivia is going to sit in your seat.”

That was all it took…he was out of his chair, out the door, down the stairs over to the van before we could blink.  As it happened, A was in the process of climbing into his car seat.  Hell no….the boy reached up and grabbed a huge hunk of flesh, pinching hard as he used her for a step stool into his seat.  Loud wails emanated from her tiny squashed form as her big brother sat proudly in his seat, demanding that someone buckle him in NOW.  He didn’t care about the scolding he received for being mean to his sister, just sat there smiling smugly.  “Ok, just for that, Alivia is sitting in your seat on the way home tonight.”  I told him.  He frowned but soon settled back into his seat.

That evening I went to get the kids from day care.  Sure that I had forgotten my threat, D headed for his side of the van. 
“NO,” I said, “Remember, you were mean to Alivia so she gets to sit in your seat.”    This was met with many frowns and whines from D and lots of smiles from A.

To make matters worse, we stopped at the store first.  Thinking that this meant he could sit in his seat now, D was a little taken back when I explained that NO, she was going to sit in his seat until we got home….no matter how many times we stopped. 

Now during all this time, Alivia was quietly enjoying her new spot.  Just about the time I figured she had forgotten about this morning’s injustice, she looked over at her big brother, smiled a huge smile, and announced with great glee “I have to go potty!”  We had just left town and were looking at another 15 minutes on the road….not much to an adult but to a small person that can be a BIG difference.

“You have to wait until we get home, sweetie.” I responded.

A few minutes passed by…..

“I have to go pee!” she squealed again.

“Wait until we get home…” I said.

“I pee in Day-dee’s chair!” She sang out.

The look on his face was priceless….

“NO WIBIA!!!” he screamed…”Mommy, Wibia wants to pee in my seat!”

“I go potty in Day-Dee’s Seat!” she sang out again, smiling the whole time.

“NO WIBIA!!!”

I am happy to say that she did NOT pee in his seat.   I am also happy to say that “Day-dee” now has a new understanding when it comes to his sister….Never piss off a princess…unless you want the princess to piss in your seat….