As promised I took the twins to the dinosaur museum over the weekend. While we were there I realized my brother is raising a teenage daughter, and not just any teenager, but a bratty one. Which makes me love her even more.
Every time I looked over at Hannah during the 3-D movie she had taken off the glasses. I tried to explain to her that she needed to wear them to get the full effect. The first time she listened to me and immediately put the glasses back on. The second time, however, she didn’t. Instead she glared at me, pointed her chubby, little finger in my face and screeched, “Sarah, don’t you dare make me freak out at you, because I will!”
It was the single bitchiest thing she’s ever said to me. I was so pleased I leaned over and gave her a kiss. This, of course, pissed her off even more. “Aunt Sarah, seriously I WILL freak out at you if I have to.”
I left her alone, because I, of all people, understand the need to freak out. I love the hell out of this little girl, and feel sorry for anyone who will someday date her. Seriously.