Home from school, both my girls were frustrated from their day. We were in the living room with testy conversations bordering on the verge of argument at one more snippy comment.
Then it came out, Brooke brought home her midterm papers. The very reason and purpose behind her negativity.
I was relieved her grades didn't match her attitude.
Mariah is usually pretty simple and transparent to figure out. Given the amount of food she ate when she got home, I venture it is safe to say that hormones are playing on her day of accumulating frustrations.
Mariah walks out of the room.
"It's a good thing Mariah is so pretty and sweet, because she isn't the sharpest crayon in the box," Brooke proudly puts out there. That would be Brooke's safe attack once she left the room because Mariah had made a few snotty comments to her.
"Brooke, let's remove that stereotype from your sister." She is pretty. She is sweet [Just not real pleasant at the moment.] Mariah is bright, with strengths in other areas than academics. She just has to work harder than natural Brooke. She is not pretty and dumb by any means.
Nice tactic, distracting me from her midterm papers.
