Little Girls are Brutal

My youngest sister had a party today. She and six of her second grade friends governed our house for two hours, and the rest of us barely survived. Squealing, screaming, bouncing, yelling, jumping, skipping, running. Thankfully, nobody broke anything and none of the little girls got their feelings hurt. I was on edge the whole time, though.

They were supposed to be scrapbooking. "Ew, Christian. Look, guys, Christian is in this picture." "I don't want him in my picture!" "Where is he?" "Right here, in the front." "I'm going to cut him out." "No way! Really? Are you really?"

She did. She cut the little boy out of the picture. Then she shredded the exert and threw it away. "Look, Mrs. Cabrera, I cut Christian out of my picture!" Laughing. So proud of herself.

"Poor Christian," my mom said.

After the cake, they ran wildly about, chasing each other, screaming. My grandfather turned his hearing aids off.

Watch out for the lamp!

Watch out for the Christmas tree!

Watch out for the dog!

One girl, bored and disatisfied, announced, "I'm going to play in your room." Now, my little sister inherited some American Girl Dolls from the two of us older sisters, and she has one of her own. I made it a point to tell the girls one of those was mine. I thought the idea of Big Sister's things might would scare some respect into them. (They play rough!) It didn't do any good, though.

My mom suggested we just remove the dolls. So when they started screaming and chasing each other again, I sneaked in and scooped up the trio. However, before I could escape, they flooded back in.

I felt like the Grinch. I was cornered, caught red-handed, and the girls were staring at me with wide eyes. "Why are you taking the dolls?" "Uh, I'm just going to put them away. To be safe." "Where?" "Aw...you mean we can't play with 'em?"

No. No, you cannot.

At one point, to be funny, one of the girls decided she'd lost her thumbs. She tucked them under her other fingers to make fists, shoving them in the others' faces and yelling, "Look! I don't have any thumbs!"

"Me either! Mine fell off!" "Oh no, I lost my thumbs!" "We don't have thumbs. Waaaa!" And then one of them threw out a word heard in this context, though I'm sure none of them understood. "We don't have opposable thumbs!" "No opposable thumbs!"

How appropriate, because you're all animals!

I was absolutely thrilled to see the parents at three o'clock.