So we were at church today, and my two girls were fighting over who got to sit next to Mom. I finally pulled the more egregious offender (the five-year-old) onto my lap, facing away from her sister.
She sat there for a while, sobbing; and then, when she got over it, she sat up a little, and slowly turned to face the front. And then she slowly moved one leg around my knee. And then she started swinging that leg little by little.
And then I said, in her ear, “Leave your sister alone.” “I wasn’t touching her!” “No, but you were thinking about it.” And she frowned, and the leg came back around my knee.
It’s nice to know that after four kids I can finally figure out what a five-year-old is thinking.
The View from the Foothills 
Great story.
Our kids know, from all these years together, just how to push each other’s buttons. It only takes a few seconds for one to seriously bother the other, if he/she wants to. It’s an art.
I read this a while ago, and have thought of it a few times. It makes me smile.
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