Cailey has ruled supreme as the child most likely to torture a sibling. She is an authority on button pushing. And most days, the buttons she’s pushing are mine.
However, as I often say, “revenge is best served up warm…”
It seems that I may have exacted my revenge, by giving her a baby brother. A formidable foe.
Whatever Cailey is doing, Jensen must be doing as well. Her favorite toy de jour? Jensen’s favorite toy de jour. If she is cozily nestled in a chair, minding her own beeswax (which is a rare occurrence), then Jensen will simply sit on top of her.
I spend a good deal of my day breaking up skirmishes between the two of them. And although I may seem exasperated and disheveled, secretly I’m chuckling.
Because they are two peas. Fighting to evict the other right out of the pod.
Cailey is a fan of all things doll. She adores her stuffed dolls, Barbie dolls, miniature fairy dolls, and her beloved Polly Pocket dolls. And of course, all their miniature fashion accessories.
Which evidently multiply when I sleep. I know this because if you were to count up the pieces that I toss when her little blonde head is turned, they should all be gone. And yet, I still sit on them. Daily.
So, it should be no surprise that Jensen has also taken a shine to these beautiful dolls. He has always had an eye for the ladies.
This is driving Cailey absolutely crazy. She doesn’t care to share her girl dolls with anyone. Not her sister. And certainly not her gorilla of a little brother. Who thinks nothing of mowing down the well dressed ladies with his pink Barbie jeep. And possibly beheading them for sport afterwards.
Cailey has attempted sharing the boy version of her collection. She cares nothing for Ken, as she figures Barbie could do better. And as for Prince Eric Polly Pocket doll? Ursula can have him as far as she’s concerned.
Jensen, sensing the rouse, wants nothing to do with them either.
Putting her thinking cap on, she has tried a new ploy.
And what did Jensen think? I found Princess Eric face down behind the toilet later in the day.
Smelling suspiciously like little boy pee-pee.
Cailey has met her match.
And because I’m an excellent example of exemplary motherhood, I’m secretly enjoying the fallout.