So as I was furiously scrubbing pots (well, not really, it wasn’t pots, it was a pot, and actually, it wasn’t even a pot, it was a baking sheet and I wasn’t furiously scrubbing, more like applying just the right amount of pressure to the sponge in order to clear away its grease stains), Little Sister comes along and interrupts my strenuous dish-washing arm exercises.
“Don’t forget-”
“I know, I know!” I reply hastily.
“What?”
“Little Sister! Don’t talk to me right now!” (I don’t really call her “Little Sister”, just in case you were wondering).
“What?” She demands, quizzing me to see if I really am as smart as I just pretended to be.
“Don’t forget to do my lunch tomorrow. Now stop bothering me and go away!” I mimic her commanding voice to which she laughs at, cursing myself on the inside for falling into yet another of her heinous bribes, the latest of which involved me preparing her school lunches for an entire week (in return for a clean kitchen).
“Woah! Okay, okay. You don’t have to be so rude.” She says, or something along that line of sarcasm. At last, she gets the message and starts to walk away. It’s just then that it strikes me, perhaps to avoid future problems I should make it clear from now.
“Wait, Little Sister. Let me tell you something. There are five situations/circumstances/incidences/whatever have you during which you cannot talk to me…
1) When I am reading,
2) When I am on the computer,
3) When I am listening to someone or something (i.e. when I have my headphones in, or am engaged in conversation with someone who isn’t you – that includes talking on the phone and talking to myself!)
4) When I am in the washroom, and last but definitely not least,
5) When I am washing dishes.” (I actually just added number 3 which I forgot to mention to her at the time).
“Oh, I didn’t know that.” She responds quietly.
Easy as pie. All it took was a short polite talking to, and voila! Now let’s see how long my moments of undisturbed silence will last for.
And if you’re wondering, why number 5? Because all great epiphanies happen while furiously scrubbing pots. Or at least, many of mine do.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear sandwich bags calling my name. Perhaps this is my one chance to instill some healthy habits into that girl…who knows, if I pack the *perfect* lunch, maybe it’ll be my last!
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Oh, so as for the moral of this story…
As Dr. Seuss says, “Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.” Maybe I should have just posted that instead.
Spilled (Skim) Milk 
I love your style!!
You should so publish that into like a kid’s book…
muslima dr.seuess…
LOL I’m flattered you consider my jumbled thoughts a style!
Not much of one though, as you can see, almost everything I post is based off of famous authors of children’s literature, sometimes unconsciously! Lol is it sad that I still think of cavities when someone mentions Dr. Seuss? 😀
If anyone’s wondering how this experiment turned out, here’s an incidence I witnessed a few days ago:
So my mom was telling us pestering kids not to bother her when she’s concentrating on something, and Little Sister goes, “OH MY GOD, that’s just like BIG SISTER! She hates it when people bother her!” (duh, doesn’t everybody?) “It must be genetic or something!”
I’m glad the point came across…but she still barges into my room (after knocking, of course)..
…hmm, this is starting to sound similar to how I always interrupt Even Bigger Sister! I guess it’s time I treat others the way I want to be treated 😛
I’d definitely have to agree with Bushra on this one. I absolutely LOVE this post!
As a matter of fact, it actually raises quite a deep and interesting point. Hmm…
It’s OK if I write about it, isn’t it? I’ll take that as a yes! 🙂
Why, of course 🙂 Interested to see what you write!
I wrote this so long ago I forgot all about it…but now that I think of it, “Little Sister” (I need to think of a more creative name – maybe I’ll use Mexican Jumping Bean (from my grade five diary), or Hula Hoop Girl (from my grade six diary) or maybe just her real name (from absolutely no diary)) has stopped bothering me when I am cleaning the kitchen. In fact, she makes sure to stay clear of the area, the reason being she always manages to sneak her way out of her share of chores, and knows if she is caught in the vicinity of my sponge and dish wash soap it’s game over for her.
Just kidding, she does do her chores. Once every blue moon. If you’re reading this *insert name of younger sister*, you’re supposed to be vacuuming the stairs!