Big sis has always been a mama's girl. Mom had to be the last person to kiss her goodbye before she went to school. If my dad kissed her last she would have to go get another one from my mom.
So my brother started the "I hate you daddy" mimic where we exaggerated everything big sis did into meaning, I hate you daddy.
It was nice because:
A. It infuriated my sister.
B. It made me look great.
I thought if my dad thought my sister hated him then by default I would be his favorite.
My older sister came home from college and was eating dinner with my family. As a recent development my dad would sometimes choke when food was too spicy (everything is fine now; that's not a problem.)
No one had told my sister about this so when my dad make choking noises my sister thought my dad was joking that the food was terrible. Big sis started to laugh and laugh. It lasted a little longer then it should have.
So as my dad choked and listened to the laughter of his eldest daughter he thought, 'oh shit, she really does hate me.'
*Author's note: For those of you who don't know my dad, this would not be an accurate description if I had left out the 'oh shit.'
About a year ago I drove to church and saw that there would be a tea party in Bellingham. I was super excited and wished Adia was a little older so she could have tea without needing it in a sippy cup. I thought about how great Bellingham was for having these free events but wondered why it was held at a Walmart parking lot and not in one of the many beautiful parks. I saw the event the next week. Wrong kind of tea party. Sometimes I think I really need to get a TV.