The dinnertime rush: Who knows what family strife it brings? MomSpeaker Trish Adkins here recalls a certain 5pm on a given Tuesday in this Dinnertime Short Story.
In the beginning, there was quiet. And then there was noise.
Out of the blue, the 5-year-old remembered the time her baby brother ripped her puppy dog folder (in October 2013).
She promptly complained and sought retaliation by ripping up his Lego Duplo instruction book.
The baby brother helped. (He likes to rip. He also cannot read. And, being just 2 years old, is not attached to physical possessions in the same way the 5 year old was attached to her puppy dog folder.)
There was quiet.
BUT, the 8-year-old saw the ripped Lego logo as it fluttered to the floor. The Lego logo looked like it, perhaps, belonged to the instructions for the Lego Friends Cruise ship. which we abandoned building in 2013 (apparently it was a rough year).
Immediately, the 8-year-old thought her younger siblings had plotted against her.
Naturally, she bit the 5-year-old.
Naturally, the 5-year-old was a bit enraged and began screaming.
So the baby brother, caught up in the moment, hit both his sisters and threw his pacifier into the toilet (along with a handful of pennies, two gumballs and a juice box).
Before I could even gather my thoughts or utter the words: "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" there was quiet again.
Then, all three, turned to me and said, "We are starving. Why haven't you made dinner?"
Trish Adkins is a South Jersey mom. This post is adapted from her blog, Yoke.
