Their snide comments about my being a baby and a tag-along stung me to the core, and Mom’s apparent agreement by not letting me go stung all the more. As I look back on it now, there is no way I would have let myself go, but at that time I wasn’t afforded this insight! I was as miserable as I could be for the early part of the afternoon. If Mom wouldn’t let me go to the carnival, I was going to make sure that she was just as unhappy about it as I was. I fussed, stamped, cried a little and generally made a nuisance of myself. Finally even I tired of my antics, and I settled down for the rest of the day, and spent my energies anticipating the evening. Shortly after four it was discovered that Tammy and Jenny had not arrive home as instructed. By four-thirty it was Mom who was in a snit, and by four-forty-five, Dad was dispatched to find ‘your daughters.’ We were ‘your daughters’ when we were misbehaving, and ‘my girls’ when angelic.
Disciplined on Carnival Day4
