She’s Gonna Cave in 10, 9, 8…

Our daughters are talking on their cell phones inches away from one another. Did I mention they are 4 and 5?

They are carrying out some sort of pretend play about school, bus riding, car pick-up lines, and natural frustration. Its quickly interrupted by the boy {3}. He marches in holding - the marbles. How dare he!

Izzie {4} immediately tackles him and reminds him WHO received the round annoyances of gold for Christmas...Her.

After separating toe-headed twins and sent them to their respective corners, the phone fun had been ruined. Jamin cheerfully sat on the couch with the marbles and Izzie pouted on the floor, staring at the movie-day cartoons with her once joyful play cell laying in front of her. Ringing.

That's right. Maggie {5} was not effected by the wrestle mania squabble in the least. She was eagerly searching for her mamma who was supposed to be finding a way to get her home from school. Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Maggie just kept calling. Now standing next to the couch across the room with a confussed look as she gazed at her fuming sis.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

I glace over to Matt and begin, "and she caves in 10, 9, 8, ..."

Ring Ring Ring

"7, 6, 5, 4, ..."

Ring Ring ring ring ing ing Ring Ring ring

"3, 2, 1. " Darn. She didn't meet my count down. We laugh like crazy as we watch her body tense up.

Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring

"She's going to cave! She's a middle child."

Ring Ring

Izzie lungest forward and grabs the phone.

Ring Ring

"Its happening. She has to please."

Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring

{{the entire room is filled with Laughing}}

Ring Ring Ring Ring

She pushes buttons but says nothing.

Ring

She slowly raises it to her mouth.

Ring Ring

"She can't handle it!"

Ring

"All you have to do is say hello and the ringing will stop."

Ring Ring Ring

Ring Ring

Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring

"WHAT!!!!" She caved. She answered the phone.

bwahahahahahaha