LITTLE SHAE AND THE SWING

Shae always loved her swing.  Back in our days of babyhood, they had to be manually wound up to move.  No batteries for me in the '90's .  I had to exert energy and a chat to set Shae's world in motion.

Little Shae was about 2 months old when she discovered her world was not as safe as she thought.  She had a devious older sister, who was 3 and under no circumstances could said sister ever be trusted.

I would wind Shae up and step away to do some sort of chore that beckoned my attention.  Addison would lie in wait.  When the coast was clear she would jump out, run over and give Shae a big, hearty push, that would send Shae's swing flying.  Shae would wring her chubby, little hands, exhale a stuttered breath and search for her mother to protect her.  Addison would sneak away to hide and plan her next attack.

Unfortunately, this was the first of many frightening adventures little Shae would experience with Addison.  When parenting, one may never let down one's guard.  I am amazed that Shae is as mentally stable as she is having endured the many pranks her older sister tried out on her.

I wonder what Addison's kids will be like?