Untitled - Rose May
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Genre: Fantasy
The Troops: Rose May & the Twins
Status: Complete, not really reviewed
Rating: PG
Summary: It's probably best not to study at home if you have two young children.
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Author's Notes: Really fast flash fiction of Rose May and the kids. It's not quite as bubbly as my other stuff for this bingo thus far, but those who have children or take care of them may check a chuckle, or at least an eye roll.
"Mommy!"
The cry pierced the air and shattered the peace she had been studying in. Rose May sighed, rubbing her hand tiredly through her hair. When she had been in Welen, studying law had been much easier; she had been single and childless, with a boyfriend and best friend both respectable of her school schedule.
Children were much less polite and understanding. At this rate, she suspected she would be ready to take the Jayn law examination by the time her children were teenagers, and she was old and ready to retire. She pushed back her books, shook the fatigue from her, and walked out of the study.
"Mommy!" Alene was sitting on the floor in the living room, tears welling up in her eyes; it was hard to tell, having not arrived before she started crying, if they were fake or not. Behind her, Mykhaila pouted at her twin, arms crossed and disgruntled. Alene pointed an accusing finger at her. "Mykie hit me!"
"Did not!" Mykhaila bristled defensively, looking very much like an offended cat.
"Did too!" Alene glared at her, and Mykhaila rolled her eyes.
"Not hard!" Mykhaila had never been good at fudging the truth, and somehow turning five-years-old had not given her any new techniques. Rose May sighed and knelt down beside Alene, who looked up at her with mostly indignation, and very few tears.
"It's not nice to hit your sister, Mykhaila. Where did she hit you?" Rose May rolled up Alene's sleeve when she presented her arm, and soon found a bruise -- just about the size of Mykhaila's fist, and likely to turn even more impressive colours than the purple and black it already had. "Mykhaila. Why did you hit Alene?"
"She was mean."
Rose May gave her daughter a pointed look. "You know that's not a good reason."
"She was! She always hits me!"
"I do not! Liar! Liar McLiarpants!" Alene squirmed her arm from Rose May's careful examinations and pointed at Mykhaila. "You take that back!"
"No!" Mykhaila stuck out her tongue, which Alene defiantly returned. Rose May sighed and sat back.
"No lying. Tell me truthfully what happened or I'll have Daddy find out." Having a telepath for a husband had plenty of advantages; one of the best was unraveling childhood arguments. Of course, he was at work, but she was certain it would not take too much effort to get contact with him.
"Let Daddy find out. I'm not lying!" Alene pouted at her mother, crossing her arms. "We were just playing and she hit me!"
Then, the clues started to flicker through Rose May's tired mind, and she looked between the two -- Alene pouting, Mykhaila glaring at her twin, and both of them steadily becoming immune to the threat of having Meander read their minds.
"You were playing tag, weren't you?" And with that, the fight went out of Mykhaila, who drooped and started looking anywhere but in their direction. "Mykhaila, how many times do we have to tell you? You don't punch your sister to tag her."
"But she doesn't play right!" Mykhaila's outburst was high-pitched and brimming with tears. "If I poke her she says nuh-uh, it's not hard enough, so then I try just tapping her with my hand and she says no, so finally I have to hit her and she cries to you!" Mykhaila ran away in sobs.
"Alene, is this true?" This time it was her who was refusing to meet Rose May's gaze. "It's not nice to be mean to your sister. Do you like it when she's mean to you?"
"No." Alene's voice was soft as she brought her knees up to her chest and stared bitterly at the ground.
"Well then you shouldn't bait your sister like that. If you don't like her being mean, you can't be mean anymore. It's not fair. Now come with me so you can apologize to your sister."
"But she hit me!" Alene gave Rose May a horrified look.
"She hit you because she was frustrated with how you were playing. She has to apologize too, and then you are both going to the corner to think about what happened, and why it was wrong. Come."
And as she made the two girls apologize, Mykhaila sniffling and wiping at her eyes, before putting them in separate corners, Rose May thought about one of the key things she had learned as a parent.
When children get into a fight, there isn't often just one culprit. And also even at five-years-old, kids are capable of lying.
They are just bad at it.
And that, Rose May thought with a smile after she let them play again, and watched them magically become instant friends again, was her best tool as a parent.
Genre: Fantasy
The Troops: Rose May & the Twins
Status: Complete, not really reviewed
Rating: PG
Summary: It's probably best not to study at home if you have two young children.
Prompt:
cottoncandy_bingo BruiseAuthor's Notes: Really fast flash fiction of Rose May and the kids. It's not quite as bubbly as my other stuff for this bingo thus far, but those who have children or take care of them may check a chuckle, or at least an eye roll.
"Mommy!"
The cry pierced the air and shattered the peace she had been studying in. Rose May sighed, rubbing her hand tiredly through her hair. When she had been in Welen, studying law had been much easier; she had been single and childless, with a boyfriend and best friend both respectable of her school schedule.
Children were much less polite and understanding. At this rate, she suspected she would be ready to take the Jayn law examination by the time her children were teenagers, and she was old and ready to retire. She pushed back her books, shook the fatigue from her, and walked out of the study.
"Mommy!" Alene was sitting on the floor in the living room, tears welling up in her eyes; it was hard to tell, having not arrived before she started crying, if they were fake or not. Behind her, Mykhaila pouted at her twin, arms crossed and disgruntled. Alene pointed an accusing finger at her. "Mykie hit me!"
"Did not!" Mykhaila bristled defensively, looking very much like an offended cat.
"Did too!" Alene glared at her, and Mykhaila rolled her eyes.
"Not hard!" Mykhaila had never been good at fudging the truth, and somehow turning five-years-old had not given her any new techniques. Rose May sighed and knelt down beside Alene, who looked up at her with mostly indignation, and very few tears.
"It's not nice to hit your sister, Mykhaila. Where did she hit you?" Rose May rolled up Alene's sleeve when she presented her arm, and soon found a bruise -- just about the size of Mykhaila's fist, and likely to turn even more impressive colours than the purple and black it already had. "Mykhaila. Why did you hit Alene?"
"She was mean."
Rose May gave her daughter a pointed look. "You know that's not a good reason."
"She was! She always hits me!"
"I do not! Liar! Liar McLiarpants!" Alene squirmed her arm from Rose May's careful examinations and pointed at Mykhaila. "You take that back!"
"No!" Mykhaila stuck out her tongue, which Alene defiantly returned. Rose May sighed and sat back.
"No lying. Tell me truthfully what happened or I'll have Daddy find out." Having a telepath for a husband had plenty of advantages; one of the best was unraveling childhood arguments. Of course, he was at work, but she was certain it would not take too much effort to get contact with him.
"Let Daddy find out. I'm not lying!" Alene pouted at her mother, crossing her arms. "We were just playing and she hit me!"
Then, the clues started to flicker through Rose May's tired mind, and she looked between the two -- Alene pouting, Mykhaila glaring at her twin, and both of them steadily becoming immune to the threat of having Meander read their minds.
"You were playing tag, weren't you?" And with that, the fight went out of Mykhaila, who drooped and started looking anywhere but in their direction. "Mykhaila, how many times do we have to tell you? You don't punch your sister to tag her."
"But she doesn't play right!" Mykhaila's outburst was high-pitched and brimming with tears. "If I poke her she says nuh-uh, it's not hard enough, so then I try just tapping her with my hand and she says no, so finally I have to hit her and she cries to you!" Mykhaila ran away in sobs.
"Alene, is this true?" This time it was her who was refusing to meet Rose May's gaze. "It's not nice to be mean to your sister. Do you like it when she's mean to you?"
"No." Alene's voice was soft as she brought her knees up to her chest and stared bitterly at the ground.
"Well then you shouldn't bait your sister like that. If you don't like her being mean, you can't be mean anymore. It's not fair. Now come with me so you can apologize to your sister."
"But she hit me!" Alene gave Rose May a horrified look.
"She hit you because she was frustrated with how you were playing. She has to apologize too, and then you are both going to the corner to think about what happened, and why it was wrong. Come."
And as she made the two girls apologize, Mykhaila sniffling and wiping at her eyes, before putting them in separate corners, Rose May thought about one of the key things she had learned as a parent.
When children get into a fight, there isn't often just one culprit. And also even at five-years-old, kids are capable of lying.
They are just bad at it.
And that, Rose May thought with a smile after she let them play again, and watched them magically become instant friends again, was her best tool as a parent.
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Date: 2012-10-22 04:21 pm (UTC)One question: Mykhaila bristled defensively, looking very much like an offended cat. Is she a demi, or are you using 'bristled' just to mean "visibly angered?" If the former, I get it. If the latter, you may want to shake things up on the edit, because right now the sentence has three words all relating to being ticked off.