Melissa wrote on Aug 30th, 2011 at 8:15am:I love my children immensely, but they've been at each others throats all summer long. I was ready for them to go back the week after school got out!
This sibling rivalry stuff can really be trying!
As the summer has passed, the learning and growing of one with the surpassing maturity of another entangle in rememberence of what has been in the dense mist of nevermore.
A new mischief queen sets in at the dinner table, arms folded, knowingly smug, glancing to Eli she'll require more elbow room now. Irked, he scoots only an inch. She glares then asks him to pass the ketchup.
No longer just amused watching, Ava has long last mastered shooting peas out of her nose better than Eli ever could. He must step down, move aside, she's the new kid in town.
He checks his mash potatoes, no, nothing green imbedded on the side. But the milk, what if he gets to the bottom of his glass and a pea smiles up.
Eli knew he must cross the Rubicon and forego his childhood reign, move up, the next school grade is beckoning on the ladder of new challenges.
Ava doesn't let this moment pass too quickly, she has now become the one, savoring the taste, mashed potatoes swirling so good between tongue and palate, opening her mouth for Eli to see.
She's just getting too much now, a bemused Eli excuses himself to go to his room. Ava, with a mouthful, stops chewing, purses her lips and smiles quietly to herself.
Once upon an August weary, while Eli pondered weak and weary, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his bedroom door.
Here he opened the door wide, the hallway there and nothing more. At his feet lay a taunting pea, another reminder, nevermore.
In the doorway he stood peering, paused to wonder, tried not fearing. The silence lay unbroken, the only word that lay unspoken, a pea's whisper, nevermore.
Back into his room turning, senses heightened, slightly burning, this and more he sat divining, with his head at ease reclining.
Soon again he heard a tapping, louder than before, a window rapping. Drapes aside, again to stare, there's no one there but a pea inside. From the sill it kept piquing his lost days of yore, persistently squeeking, nevermore, nevermore.
From under the floorboards he hears a faint noise, a thump, beating, beating...
"AVAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
I gotta get back to school"