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Amoeba and I boarded the ferry, walked up to the observation deck and took our seats.  It was a dark night and there was nothing of interest to observe outside so I turned my attention to the people inside.

I spied a rather frazzled looking mother.  She had two children with her; boys who were likely 3 and 7 years old.  They sat in a booth.  Mother put several toys on the table.  The seven year old shot out of his seat and ran to the window.  He cupped his hands around his face to look out into the dark night.

The little one slithered out of his seat and toddled after his brother. Mother yelled, “Jason come back here.”  Jason answered without looking back, “Go wif Step-hen.”

Mother closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them.  A smirk curved her lips.  “Fine,” she said.  “Stephen, come here.”

Stephen turned from the window and went to his mother.  She pointed at his seat.  He climbed on the the bench and slumped into a pouting heap.  “I hate being oldest!”

Jason climbed onto the bench and copied his brother’s posture.  “I dist hade bein’ o’dest, too!” He said.

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    1. Linda — according to my grandmother I followed my big brother’s every footstep and would cry when he went off to school without me. According to my big sister, I was stealing their dates at the age of three.

  12. I think that speaks volumes about that mom’s parenting. She didn’t yell, and when she directed the older one to come back, he did, even if reluctantly. I wish I had been that calm when I was stuck on a long boring trip with kids!

    Glad you’re back home! I hope nobody ever votes the two of you off the Island! 😉
    .-= southlakesmom´s last blog ..Three Word Thursday =-.

    1. Kelley — I was very impressed by Mom as well.

      Amoeba wanted me to remind you that they didn’t need to vote us off the last island. We bailed!

  16. You know, there must have been *something* outside worth looking at. You might have had to be 7 to see what it was, but obviously the oldest boy knew there was something fascinating out there.
    .-= Lisa´s last blog ..Slowly =-.

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