Sibling torture: Sometimes your the top dog and sometimes your the poo...

I was raised in a house where there were words that were just as bad as the vile four letters words that aren't aloud on television. They are butt, poop, fart and pee (among others) so using the word 'poo' in the title of this blog entry is really a stretch for me. Even more, I can not believe I actually just typed those swear-word equivilents (Sorry Mom).

However, I could think of no better way to relate the right of passage that is sibling rivilry. I have done extensive research on the subject, spanning over 30 years of experience so I can safely say that I am an authority on the subject...not the psychology of it, just the occurance of it; that it really, truly exists.

So I shouldn't have been surprised when I downloaded pictures from my camera and discovered photographic evidence that my second child, who has seen her fair share of sibling warfare, is now a sneaky mastermind behind some of her own mischief.

(The following photographs were not taken by me which would confirm the fact that my four year old is skilled in hiding her weapons of familial warfare.)

Bunny: "ROOOOOOAAAAAAR!"
Button Nose: "You could really use a breath mint!"


Bunny: "You coming with me even if I have to drag you by the hair!"
Button Nose: "Sunshine, HELLLLLLLLP!)
Sunshine: (camera flashes) "Don't worry Button Nose, I'm capturing evidence of your torture for the betterment of posterity. In time, the truth will set you free."


I really, really hope that plunger was disinfected after it's last use.


Years before, when our second was a helpless little baby, we accidentally got a second picture of her older sister after she posed for a 'Sweet Sister Fairy' photo-op and found there was another side to their relationship. It also explains why there were times when Bunny would scream and cry when Sunshine would approach her.

Let's call this one "The Good Fairy"...


And we will call this one "The Bad Fairy"


For any of you out there who are sincerely worried about the welfare of my daughters, let me assure you that I am a clean freak and regularly sterilize my plunger among other things AND you musn't forget that inevitably, the top dog may seemingly have free reign, but the poo has the last laugh (well proverbially anyway) because when that 'top' dog is strutting it's stuff around what it deems as his territory, when he least expects it, he won't be watching his step and find himself standing right in the pile of...well, you get my drift don't you?

In all seriousness, the girls really love each other and are very good friends 95% of the time. I am very confident that whatever they dish out to each other, they will give back and be stronger for it. Plus, when it all comes down, none of them would ever let another person torture their sisters. That is a right strictly reserved for each other.

I guess my job is to hide the super glue, permanent markers, rope for tying each other up, scissors and apparently, toilet tools.