Sisterly Servitude7:30 AM
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I’ve tried. I’d sneak into the kitchen and pop a bag, and if any hungry-looking sibling came in following his nose, I’d put my foot down and say, “This time it’s all mine.”
“But Bailey,” the three-year-old would reason, “I just want some.”
Being cute should be criminal. He gets away with a bowl full of my popcorn every single time.
Popcorn isn’t the only violated holy ground. I can’t sit down and read St. Augustine’s Confessions without this adorable little curlytop crawling into my lap and grinning at me. Then she places The Poky Little Puppy in my hands and squeals. Even slightly older cuties steal my reading time. Just a couple hours ago one interrupted me to cut an apple. Again. (Whoever invents a kid-friendly apple slicer—my deepest thanks.)