Never make a woman angry. Women may be the weaker, meeker sex; but women have a vicious temper that is manifested in calculated deliverance.
Hubby always says that about me. I don’t get into petty arguments, I let him win rather than bicker. When he’s being foul, I let him be until his moment has passed. I bid my time. Sometimes I even let a hateful word or a mean streak pass…
Then one day out of the blue, just when he has gotten complacent in the fact that he has somehow gotten away with a misdeed, WHAAM!! No, not in the violent, physical sense. It is usually in the form of the silent treatment or a snide comment seemingly coming out of nowhere that leaves him looking bewildered, scratching his head why the attack happened. He has since learned to live with these episodes….he treads lightly now.
We just figured out this week how early this trait starts developing among girls. My youngest daughter, The Clone, has got it bad.
She got in trouble at school last week. She was cited for fighting. When we received the call from the principal, we could not believe our ears!
We had gotten used to receiving glowing compliments about our girls, this news hit us hard. As hard as if we had been dragged ourselves to the principal’s office to be chastised. The principal said that The Clone has scratched a boy so hard that blood was drawn. She said that The Clone did not give a reason for doing what she did. She was so distraught by the time she got to the office that The Clone told the principal she didn’t want to talk about it.
The Clone is a woman of few words and more of a doer. She has made succinctness into an art, using as few words as possible to relay a story. So it took about a couple of days and lots of cajoling from me to slowly pull the whole story out of her in bits and pieces.
Apparently, this boy has called her a baby and several other names everytime they encountered each other in the past. He is not in her class, he is on the same grade level but has a different teacher so they pass each other occasionally in the hall ways or sometimes happen to be out on the playground at the same time.
On this day last week, she spied him playing with another girl on the playground. He hadn’t spoken to her on that fateful day, but one of her friends told her that the boy called her a baby yet again. Not to her face though, mind you. According to eyewitness account and her eventual confession later under duress, she approached him unprovoked and took a swat at him. Started to walk away but decided it wasn’t enough, so she doubled back and dealt another blow, this time drawing blood. By this time the teachers have gotten ahold of her and pulled her away from him. By the time they got her into the principals office, she had decided to plead the fifth and would not say a word.
By the time we got there to pick her up an hour later, she was in tears before she even got to the car. She knew she was in trouble.
I actually felt bad for her. I didn’t want to beat her up more than she was already beating herself. But she did get lots of talking to from her dad and her sisters. I didn’t really do much more than try to get the story out of her, they had done enough of that for me. I was the good cop.
During the process of rehashing her deed over and over again, we all eventually manage to smile about it. In large part due to the dry wit from the clone herself. Here are a couple more cloneisms.
While trying to draw the story out of her, I was asking her if he came up to her and called her a baby, or if he touched her, or whatever that may have provoked her. She says in her matter of fact voice,
“Well, he’s been doing it a lot before. And I don’t see him often because he’s in the other class. This was my only chance!”
Then later on, when I was telling her good night. I said, ‘night my juvenile delinquent. She said, I’m not!! So I said, well, aren’t bad kids the only ones who get get into fights? So if you got got into a fight with a boy, you must have been a bad girl. She goes…..
I am not! I’m just a good girl who snapped!