Lately right after having done something horrid Rocket will look at you and say, “But you still love me, right?” or often to her sister she will say, “But we still friends!”. Today Rainbow looked at her and said, “No, we are not friends. I’m not your friend I’m your Sister.” and I thought to myself, “Oh goodness, this isn’t going to go well”.
Rocket insisted “I is your friend! I is you bestest friend!” and her big sister repeated quite emphatically “NO, I’m not your friend I’m your Sister.” Rocket frowned and thought about it for a moment and said, “Yes! You my Sister Friend!”, but her big sister again insisted, “I am NOT. I’m just your Sister. Sister.” As the little one was starting to get pretty agitated I decided to step in. I was feeling pretty agitated myself. At ages six and three I thought they were a little young to be starting this “I ain’t your friend” crap.
I sternly told Rainbow that her sister wanted to be friends with her and that they needed to make up. “But Mom, Sister means Friend. She can’t call me Sister Friend because that would mean Friend Friend and that’s just stupid.” Oh. Wait. So you mean we’re arguing semantics here? Cute. That’s sort of sweet. But still annoying. “Err… yes, that’s right, Sister means Friend… but she can still call you friend too, ok?” The six year old let out one of the whiniest most dramatic sighs ever and “Oh, ok, I guess, but it’s still stupid.”
I asked Rocket what she thought sister meant and she said:
And sisters cook with the mama.
Sisters play nicely.
She get me food.
She be with me alot.
She feeds me.
She plays with me.
She hugs me.
She feeds me.
She stab me.
Nooooo…. that’s just pretend!
She loves me, she loves me really so much!
And she loves me all the time!
Then I asked Rainbow what she thought sister meant and she said:
Sisters are nice to each other.
They should play good.
And they should never ever fight.
And they are very good cookers.
Especially with their mom’s help. Really good cookers.
Rocket sometimes helps me by telling me where to touch in my Tag-Reader books.
And she also tells me whenever she needs a cup of milk and I get it for her.
And she also picks out very good clothes for me to wear.
And I pick out apples for her and wash them too.
And I love her a lot.
(Rocket: How about you hug me a lot!)
And I hug her.
(Rocket: How about you kiss me a lot!)
And I kiss her.
(Rocket: How about you COOK me a lot!)
Nooooo!!! (Lots of giggles from both of them.)
And we take turns.
And we’re very nice to each other.
(Rocket: Do you love me a lot??)
Yes. Having a sister makes me very happy.
(And just in case you think my kids are abnormally well behaved, I’d like to note that 99% of that stuff about sharing and playing nicely falls under Oh, really? and Ha, I wish. )