I am interrupting my series of weird pet stories to bring you another photojournalism project.
The children had a lemonade stand. Meaning I shopped, planned, lemonade-made, and set up the stand, and then watched the kids drive each other crazy. It was about 90 degrees, and they were hungry, and we all grew a little cranky sitting out there. Which means that they ended up having a physical altercation, and I ended up snapping photos of it instead of doing anything, because I had started to think they all deserved whatever beatings they took.
So here it is, folks: The Anatomy of a Sibling Argument.
Here, Selah is happy because she has just sold some lemonade. Asher is playing in the water. Noah is crying because he wanted to be in the baby pool, but then once he got in, the water was too cold. But he also cried when I took him out. So everybody is ignoring him, which basically counts as him being happy, too.
Noah joined Selah, with some assistance, because his feet don’t reach the ground in the chair.
Since nobody appeared to be getting Noah out of his chair, Asher transferred his rage into a desire to make Selah mad too. For some reason, she didn’t like it when he put water on “her” table, so he started going to get more sprinkler water to rub on the table while she yelled. Noah periodically hit somebody for no reason while this was happening.
Selah put her feet on the table, trying to stop Asher. He started getting more aggressive toward her feet. Noah fussed.
Unfortunately, the brawl erupted so quickly that the main action happened between photos. Like a flash, six arms started waving around, hitting blindly and wildly. Everybody screamed. Exhibit A here shows Selah shoving Asher onto the ground while Noah pulls her hair.
I scolded everybody and issued mom statements like, “Don’t shove your brother into the street,” “Say sorry,” and “I told you so.”
Here they are, happy again, within moments. Asher pulled up a chair, and Selah said they should start waving the sign. Noah appears to be asleep.
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