Eleanor can be a darling or stubborn jackass.
Saralyn is a tender-hearted sweetheart or a whining monster.
Both of them can turn it on and off so fast that it makes my head spin. Beyond that, they intuitively know how to synchronise it so they aren’t the “bad” one at the same time. Baby masterminds is what they are, and the game is How to Sink a Mommy.
What floors me is that there are so many things where Eleanor KNOWS better, and she still chooses to do the dead that will get her sweet hide tanned. Like tonight: she crawled into her sister’s crib again.
After I told her under NO circumstances should she go in and wake her sister.
Even if Saralyn is in her bed, singing and screaming, she was not to go into her sister’s room.
Do not open the door.
If you go in there, you will be spanked.
DO YOU HEAR ME, ELEANOR???
And yet, 25 minutes later, there she was. And when she got caught jumping up and down on her sister, Eleanor started to cry. Daddy asks if she’s crying because she got caught or because she did the wrong thing.
Eleanor starts wailing “I’ll MISS her!”
Nice try, kid. Not buying what you’re selling. However, Daddy let her off easy and just sends her to her room. I voted for spanking (as skinning alive is off the table, stinking child cruelty laws). Good thing I wasn’t the one to discover her misdeeds. My head would have exploded to have seen her waking the baby, cause, man, that’s rule #1 in this house: Thou shalt let sleeping kids lie.
I guess that’s why the girls have two parents – one to deal with each half of their personalities. The splits save all our lives from time to time.