Yesterday I was upstairs working in my bedroom when I heard a terrible wailing, screaming noise coming from downstairs. I could tell right away that it was Abigail, so I didn’t hurry to go see what was wrong. (Before you think I’m awful, know that Abigail can produce said wailing screaming noise as the result of dropping a toy, seeing a fly, or any other such tragic happening. Chances were good that she wasn’t hurt.) After a minute, though, I realized that the noise wasn’t coming up the stairs. This was odd because usually she immediately begins running to find me and pour out her woes whenever she has cause to make wailing, screaming noises. I was just started to get concerned, thinking that maybe she was hurt and that’s why the noise was not coming closer, when it did indeed begin to move closer to me. Relieved that she was at least ambulatory, I stayed put and continued my task, praying for patience to handle whatever crisis was coming my way. However, as the terrible wailing screaming noise came closer, I started to distinguish two different wailings. Catherine was coming, too, wailing right along with her sister. When they finally burst into my bedroom, it became clear that Catherine’s wailing was genuine tears of fright, a direct result of Abigail’s wailing, which was fake and designed to scare her sister. She had been following Catherine through the house, screaming just for the heck of it. But this in itself was not the reason I decided to post this blog. No, that comes next. When I asked Catherine what was wrong, she sobbed, “Abba scared me!!” to which Abigail immediately replied in all earnest, “I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!!”
Apparently she had accidently been chasing Catherine through the house screaming and wailing at the top of her lungs. Man, I hate when I accidently do stuff like that, don’t you?