....but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor. (Depeche Mode)
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. There was some sort of cosmic rift, and I was given my sister's child.
Paige looks like my sister, acts like my sister, and seems to be eerily shadowing my sister's actions as a child. I've lived through this once already; I am getting much too old to live through it again.
Flashback a couple decades ago: Heather got in trouble, and she got sent to her room. (While this was not an uncommon occurrence in our household, something was different this night.) She was in her room having a meltdown of biblical proportions when IT happened. For whatever reason, she threw herself on her bed and kicked her bedroom window. Hard.
I honestly don't exactly know what happened next, but I do know there was a lot of yelling involved.
Fast forward to yesterday: Paige was playing (quite nicely) in her room with her cousins. All of a sudden, I heard a crash, and a lot of yelling.
It seems the kids were playing catch with stuffed animals, and Paige decided to throw a flip-flop instead. She hit the window. There was much yelling (on my part) and much crying (on her part).
So now there's a hole in her window. Believe it or not, it's beyond Jason's Mr. Fix-It capabilities. I called a repairman, and he's already been out to assess the damage.
It's fixable.
No-one got cut to ribbons.
It could have been worse.
At least Paige didn't do it on purpose.
If it's any consolation, I've got the same thing going on here. My daughter is far more like my sister than me. My sister even admits this. And, unfortunately, being so much like my mom, I tend to react in just those ways that never worked with my sister 30 years ago...
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