We have two delightful grand-daughters. Only eighteen months apart, they are both friends and sisters. They are so very different from each other.
"Red Queen" is studious and an awful liar who always confesses. "Alice" is a butterfly and an unrepentant liar.
That is why this event tickled and surprised us. We had picked the girls up from school and were driving to their house.
“Grandpa, you’d better move this big folder here…Why, honey?.
“Well, if you don’t, I’ll look at it and it’ll distract me, and then”….Then what?
“Then I’ll pick it up, and then I’ll open it, and then…Alice, why are you crying?
“I’ll open it up, I’ll take out the papers,
I’ll fold them and tear them…” Sweet baby…
She sobbed more. ”When we get out of the car, you’ll ask me if I played with your papers, and I’ll say No I Didn’t, and then you will say Tell The Truth, and then I’ll say I Am Telling The Truth…”
By the time we walked into the house, Alice was in fully crying mode. “I’ll go to my room…” She stomped up the stairs and we heard the door slam.
The folder was intact in the car, with sobs echoing down upon it.
|The Red Queen of Hearts and Alice|