“Where is Norah?” bellowed the 6 year old from down the hall and around the corner.
“I don’t know. She’s probably hiding from you because you’re bothering her.” I quickly yelled back and then raised my hand to finish brushing my teeth.
It seemed like a normal exchange.
We have these types of ridiculous conversations all the time. One of them thinks its funny to pester the other one until that one decides they’ve had enough and runs away. Then the hunt is on, but rather than actually go looking for the frustrated sibling they just yell for Mommy or Daddy…because we understand all the universe’s boundless mysteries.
But there was something in my tone that seasoned my response.
Something that left a bad taste in my mouth. (and no, it wasn’t the toothpaste) Continue reading