Valentine's Day Love - Ferguson Brother Style

By 8 a.m., it had already become one of those (hideous) days, and it was Valentine's Day to boot.  In our defense, we are only one day post-Florida vacation.  Re-entry into Middle Maine mid-winter from a warm, sunny destination can be impossible, at best.  Mix into that intense sleep deprivation, and the situation was ripe for disaster.

Child #1 couldn't wake-up, refused to eat breakfast, and was just generally uncooperative.  Child #2 was uber-bratty, and had a major melt-down because I put him in his red-soled sneakers, not blue.  We were late, very late.*

As we blazed out of the driveway on this most love-filled day of all days, Child #1 said to the other, "I hate having you as a brother."  I shook my head in disgust and turned up Kids' Place Live to drown out their voices.  Then child #2 piped up and retorted with this: "Well, I hate having you as my sister!"  I was floored by his nastiness, but also secretly impressed with his wit and ability to deliver a real zinger.  In this battle of tit-for-tat, child #2 had clearly won. 

Who delivered this short, sharp, and effective one liner?  None other than three and a half year old phenom, Owen J. Ferguson.  

He is very physical, crude-talking, free-spirited, hilarious, and inherently lovable.  Those who know him well, affectionately refer to him as "Belushi."  All he's missing is the COLLEGE sweatshirt.

  

And the recipient of the zinger . . . Sammy J. Ferguson.  The sensitive, super-observative, often prodding, older brother (sometimes hipster).

Now don't get me wrong, Sam can trash-talk better than most of his contemporaries, but today he was out-witted in the daily brotherly back and forth.  

A rocky but laughable start to our Valentine's Day.  Appropriate. 

In the end, it all ended in a heap of love in Belushi's bed.  

SISTERS FOREVER!

*DISCLAIMER - I am always late, but these kids are taking late to a new level, and my eldest regularly gets Tardy Slips - super embarrassing, especially for my very punctual husband.  I am almost certain that he was the perennial recipient of the perfect attendance award.