Velvet Verbosity, whose failure to win a Tony Award can only be described as a massive oversight, chose "reflecting" as this week's word. I call this "Fight Night"
"Mom- MEEEEEE!," Lucy said, her voice splitting the air. "Eva's doing everything I do!" Lucy walked into the kitchen, fists balled on her hips, face contorted with anger. "Make her STOP!"
Eva followed behind, shooting me a puzzled look. She saw her older sister and immediately adopted the same pose. "See?!??!?!?," Lucy cried.
I had a flash of memory, my own mother wading into a fight between my brother and I, holding us apart with two massive hands, bellowing, "Someday you're going to have children that are JUST LIKE YOU!"
I never knew what a curse it was.