Lizzy

So, I just want to write about my Lizzy.

A few days ago I found a staple-bound book entitled How to Be a Little Girl. Since she is quite the little girl and knows exactly how being a little girl is to be done, Lizzy decided to write a book on the subject. Isn't that cute? (Actually, though, I'm a little afraid of its contents. Today she bluntly stated to me that her favorite thing to do is burp.)

Since her next-older sister prefers reading and other “boring stuff” over Barbies and writing how-to books, Lizzy finds creative things to do on her own. Like building houses for ants out of popsicle sticks and making parachutes for her Barbies. (Unfortunately, the ants never abode in her house of sticks, despite the tempting crumbs leading to the door. The Barbies did enjoy some thrilling skydiving however. Just… without a working parachute.) She also finds time to fulfill her duty as the self-appointed “light-turner-offer police.” In case you didn’t know, the light-turner-offer police turn off lights when careless room-users leave it on when they shouldn’t. She’s a busy one, that girl.

What else. She has a contagious laugh, she likes to give hardy hugs as often as possible, and she calls people “dude.” Oh, and she talks a lot. A lot.

So, Peter knows this. The other night he had one of those small bags of chips… fritos or something. Anyway, you have to understand, junk food is kind of a treat for a growing boy like Peter. Not only that, but he wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to do a little bragging and bribing to his little sister who probably wouldn’t have cared much about chips if he hadn’t gotten it into her little head that she did. So after lots of keep-away and the like, Peter announced the final verdict. He would share if she didn’t talk for 24 hours. Undaunted, Lizzy stopped talking.

I think it might have been ten minutes. Ten minutes of intense concentration, painful silence, and I think a tinge of humiliation for submitting to her brother’s rule before she came to herself and decided she didn’t want chips anyway.

I think Peter thought she deserved some kudos for at least trying, so she got some chips after all.