The bubbling in the tub didn’t even finish before #1 boisterously proclaimed that #2 farted. The thing is though, #2 was not the one who had farted in the tub, it was most definitely #1.
Mythical wife and I cracked up because farts are fucking hilarious.
However, it wasn’t just because of that, but also because this was not the first time that this had happened, where #1 had flagrantly thrown her little sister under the bus. The first time was a funny anomaly, but it happening again appears to be the start of a pattern: the classic tactic of blaming your sibling.
For now, it’s just farting, but who knows what #2 will get blamed for in coming days, weeks, months and years. The most fascinating thing about it is how organic and how completely unprovoked and untrained in which this happened. We’re still at the stage of parenting where just about everything is okay and is teachable, and isn’t necessarily a bad behavior in which #1 should feel embarrassed or feel the need to pawn off on her little sister, but she’s decided to do it anyway.
Otherwise, my kids are the joy of my life, and absolutely nothing in the world brings me more happiness than seeing how much my daughters love each other. Even if #1 has decided to use her little sister as a scapegoat now, and I’ll probably have sisters declare Mortal Kombat on each other at some points in their lives, for the time being, seeing the pure, tender and wholesome love between the sisters are the best parts of any given day.
But how fast those tables turn once #1 rips a fart and decides that #2 is the guilty party.
Mark this as one of the brog posts that I hope one day my children will read and then cringe and bemoan the fact that this is an embarrassing story about them.