This one gives a pretty good picture of Kendra and of how the kids typically interact.
Jack and Jill
I don’t know why Kendra wanted to dress up Sunday afternoon to go outside and play, but she did. She had on a frilly skirt with a matching shirt, dangly earrings, bracelets almost up to her elbows, make-up, and a funky hairstyle. She looked adorably funky, which is her usual style of choice. She was playing in the backyard with Max, and Ronnie and I were out front. Everything seemed to be going well. Until…
Kendra came running around front looking exactly like a wet cat, a fancy wet cat. Max trailed closely behind her with a look of concern on his face. Kendra was soaked – from the top of her pretty hairstyle all the way down to her tiered skirt.
“What happened?” I asked, though I already had a pretty good idea in my mind after noticing Max’s conspicuously dry clothing.
“Max just poured a whole cup of water on me!” she yelled quite indignantly. Max remained uncharacteristically silent.
“Why did he do that?” I asked.
“I don’t know! I asked him to get me a drink of water and he poured it all over me!” Boy, was she mad.
“Why would he do that? What exactly did you say to him?” For some reason, I had a hunch that there had to be more to the story.
Kendra answered a little sheepishly. “I asked him to fetch me a pail of water.”
I looked at Max, still standing silently with a faux-angelic look on his face.
“Max, what does ‘fetch a pail of water’ mean?”
He shrugged his shoulders and them made a motion of throwing a bucket of water all over Kendra.
I had to laugh. He may not have known exactly what “fetch a pail of water” meant, but something tells me he knew it didn’t mean to throw water all over his dolled-up sister.
I gently suggested to Kendra that perhaps she should be a little less poetic when she requests things from her brother. They are too funny!