The scene unfolded like it does every day in our house.
Rhema and Hope each get a popsicle.
Rhema sucks hers down in a matter of seconds.
Hope prefers to savor hers in Rhema’s presence, which is her downfall.
Rhema has been reprimanded many times for swiping Hope’s popsicle. Now, instead of just yanking it out of her hand she comes over and takes the biggest bite she can take and races off, leaving Hope holding the stick. (They’re mini-pops, so one big bite finishes it off).
Hope yells her same yell, “My pop! No, Rhema. No!”
But this time.
Rhema, not daring to look at Hope, yells back, “No!”
(The popsicle has long since been in Rhema’s digestive tract at this point.)
AAhhh. Their first fight.
(…And I guess Rhema got the last *word.* Get it?)
I’m so happy. 8)