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Miss Prissy and Fester Foot
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Cindi    Posted 10-23-2003 at 18:00:21       [Reply]  [No Email]
This morning started out fairly routinely, everyone quietly getting ready for school, gathering assorted belongings, speaking in quiet tones. No problems. Until Jake had the unmitigated audacity to put his foot on Jill.

Only a parent would know the possible implications of that, and how devastating it can be for a fourteen year old phlegmy, icky boy to put something as disgusting as his reeking bare foot on a seventeen year old girl that walks around spit-shined, without a hair out of place all the time.

To add insult to injury, this was not an accidental foot faux pas. He does this when things get too quiet and he wants to stir up a little somethin', so to anyone familiar with the going's on in this house, it was clear what his objective was. He blithely wriggled his way around on the couch while she was engrossed in the local morning news, and inserted said offending appendage practically in her lap. Been there, seen it done. Pretty much the same results every time.

Another important factor is Jill's nickname for Jake. 'Fester foot'. Which may have something to do with his continued determination to contaminate 'Miss Prissy' (his pet name for her) every chance he gets.

I'll be the first to admit that our house literally rocks with PMS at certain times, okay, that's a fact of life. I don't get it too bad, but those girls. Woof. Jill is no exception, and is right on schedule.

So when she looked down and found this hairy gangly gnarly stinky foot resting in her lap, she did what any normal PMSin' girl her age would do. She grabbed the offending toe nearest to her and twisted it until it literally cracked loud enough that I, (several feet away), had to ask...

"What the heck was that?"

Naturally, Jake had a problem with this treatment. After he shrieked (sounding for all the world like a six year old girl), he resorted to using his other foot as leverage to try and pry himself loose from her dexterous grasp, which only served to infuriate her all the further. Now she had two hairy gangly gnarly stinky feet on her. At which point she stood up, dragging Jake off the couch with her by both hairy gangly gnarly stinky feet. Next thing I knew they were in a mutual headlock.

It was a flash in the pan, over just about as quickly as it began. They are fairly equal in size and strength and both know it's futile to get too carried away, and with a mother's hopeful heart, I am holding with the belief that one day they will outgrow this childish behavior and will at least be able to be is the same room without the old 'offend and revenge' routine that I have become so familiar with.

I continue to hold with this hope, even though the last time I saw my brother, ten years or so ago, me in my thirties and him in his forties, he still managed to sneak up on me and give me a respectable noogie, much as he has always done, which I parlayed with a murderous Indian burn. I guess where it concerns siblings, some things you grow out of, some things you don't, and I suspect no matter how old they get, where it concerns Jill and Jake, to each other, they will always be Miss Prissy and Fester Foot.

rhudson    Posted 10-23-2003 at 19:46:28       [Reply]  [Send Email]
a couple of evenings ago after breaking, getting stuck or other wise fighting with every piece of farm equipment i tried that day, i finaly drove the tractor home looking forward to some dinner and quite time. when i shut down the tractor i could hear my 4 year old girl screaming to the top of her lungs. seems she and the 7 year old boy were fighting over who was going to give me a sponge bob figure they had made from a ketchen sponge. boy! were they upset with each other, and i thought i had had a bad day! remember those leave it to beaver and father knows best tv shows? it ain't that simple.

Cindi    Posted 10-23-2003 at 19:53:32       [Reply]  [No Email]
Nope and it never has been. That's cute fighting over who was going to do something nice for you. I could live with that. I remember when my kids were that small. Jennifer got hung with the nickname 'foofy' because her brother who loved her and kissed her daily couldn't say Jennifer properly. Call her foofy now and she'll break your arm. (grin)

rhud,    Posted 10-23-2003 at 20:05:09       [Reply]  [Send Email]
yeah, Jessica is called Jeka for the same reason. Jessica's first spoken word was Robert. i had misplaced Robert in a Sam's warehouse and was calling for him. she took up the call, we were on the way home before i realised she had spoken her first word.

Cindi    Posted 10-23-2003 at 20:08:06       [Reply]  [No Email]

Now ya went and made me miss babies.

rhouston    Posted 10-24-2003 at 08:31:34       [Reply]  [No Email]
just remember no sleep, diapers, feedings,fussiness, and having to take diapers formula and wipes everywhere you went and the feeling will wear off...

Maggie/TX    Posted 10-24-2003 at 00:25:12       [Reply]  [No Email]
Yep, my daughter's nickname her brother gave her was Ree Ree, because he couldn't say Marie that clearly when she was first born. And Cindi, they fought like cats and dogs until they started getting out on thier own.

After they started living out on their own, they started calling each other on the phone just to talk! Vic would beg Marie to come visit him when he lived all the way south of here by a 1 hour drive and she was at Huntsville, a 1 1/2 hour drive NORTH of here...and she would GO!

So, what I have to say to this display you had this morning is it means they love each other. This is thier way of playing with each other and don't let yourself get involved any more than to tell them that if they want to kill each other they've got to go do it outside, that you don't intend to have blood and guts all over your living room. Sometimes kids the age of yours will do stuff like this just to get a rise out of MOM. Don't let 'em win. :)

Cindi    Posted 10-24-2003 at 07:38:20       [Reply]  [No Email]
Out of all three of them the youngest is actually the most mature and rarely ever gets into these things, play wrestling with her sister maybe, but I don't think she would spit on Jake if he was on fire.

Let someone else pick on Jenny though and Jake will kill them. Kids are strange creatures.

rhouston    Posted 10-24-2003 at 08:37:59       [Reply]  [No Email]
Oldest (Derek-14) and the youngest (Chloe-8) are always at each others throats. middle child (Cory-10) is the peace keeper. we suffer from the same type of stuff. Derek however can run his mouth for hours without saying anything, he just rambles. Then you get reports from school on how good and cooperative they are. humph must have our kids confused with some others.... LOL

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