Yes, there are plenty from which to choose, but when I sit down and try to think of one .... they are elusive.
But I do have one about Daughter #2 (my apologies now to D#2).
One day, when Daughter #1 was about 5 and Daughters 2 and 3 were about 3, they were sitting in the car, in the seat behind me (it was a minivan at the time .... ooh la la!). Now, I need to preface this by saying that Daughter #2, while not entirely a rebel .... I don't think it's in her nature at all .... loved to say things that might startle her sisters .... or hopefully make their heads explode.
Even at the age of 3.
I give you this:
One day I was driving the 4 of us somewhere. The seat behind me contained Daughter #3, directly behind me (behind the driver's seat), Daughter #1 in the middle of that seat, and Daughter #2, in her carseat on the right side of Daughter #1, which was behind the front passenger seat.
I'm not sure what we were discussing .... or what was playing on the radio, but Daughter #2 must've found it quite boring.
Because ..... out of the blue ..... seriously ..... she threw out this sentence:
"God is dead".
That's it. Just three small words. And as she uttered those three small words I looked into the rearview mirror to watch her (I had no idea where she was going with "God is ...."). I was just looking at her, as I would look at any of the girls as they spoke.
She uttered those 3 words and then she seemed to actually physically settle back into her car seat and watch the fireworks that she knew would ensue.
Daughter #2 loved, from a very early age, to make people's heads explode. Especially the heads of her sisters. She loved being a bit "different". Not a lot, but just enough.
And trust me, at that point in our lives, uttering the three small words, "God is dead" was like the coyote sticking the Acme dynamite into the ears of the roadrunner.
Both of her sisters screamed in unison and both had what can only be described as a conniption fit.
"MOMMY!!!! Did you hear what she said??!!!!"
"MOMMY!!! D#2 just said that God is dead!!!! Is she in trouble??! Can you believe she said that???? Are you doing to wash her mouth out with soap?!!!"
As I continued to keep my eyes on the rear view mirror .... and on Daughter #2, I couldn't help but see the huge amount of satisfaction that settled onto her countenance. She was very happy. Her words had hit their mark.
She had succeeded in sending her sisters into full blown fits. Over-the-top fits. Fits that seemed to include the belief that I, as the parent in charge at the time, should swiftly, but firmly, enact a death sentence on their sister.
Nothing short of that would be enough. She had blasphemed. And she had done so with a quiet little smirk set onto her face.
Ahhhhh .... memories.
Some are quite fun to re-live.
Others .... not so much.
And, as you all know .... Daughter #2 is still alive and well to this day.
Which means that I did not kill her for her blasphemous remark.
Especially when I knew why she said it.
She didn't believe it.
She didn't think it was true at all.
She just wanted a reaction.
And she got exactly what she wanted.
That girl has always cracked me up.
By her words, her wardrobe (we'll get to that later) .... and by her need to make her sisters go completely insane.
I love that child.
For her uniqueness, her individuality, her fashion sense, her place in our family and her need to be "different".
Each child has his/or her own theme music to me.
Daughter #2's theme was, and still is .... "Wild Thing".
Every time that song came on the radio I'd turn it way up and everyone would sing. They knew it was her song. And they knew that I'd make the car "dance" when that song came on.
Making the car "dance" really just involved hitting the breaks on the beats of the words, "wild thing". It was our own private thing.
Until a few years later when the song came on the radio and one of the boys ratted me out by saying, "Daddy! Make the car dance the way Mommy does when this song comes on."
Little jerks.
So that's today's story.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Trust me .... it was much more enjoyable than me telling you how I'm feeling at the moment.
Much more.
Happy Tuesday/Wednesday, Peeps.
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