Face Off

A touch of contention escalated Sunday morning between my youngest two. Before I could intervene, Natalie was crying saying that Erika had hit her. I wasn’t too concerned because I knew it could not of hurt much (Erika is not much of a pugilist.) Erika was sitting smugly at the table. I asked her what had precipitated the conflict. She said, “She touched my face. It is so disgusting. She just put her grubby paws on my face. I couldn’t believe it.”

I asked her if she knew why Natalie might have done this. She said she had no idea. I never really know who “starts it” but I highly doubted that it escalated to “face touching” unprovoked. I prodded a bit more. “So, you are saying that you have no clue as to why she touched your face?” She indignantly said, “No clue.”

So I asked Natalie, “Why did you touch Erika’s face?”

“Because she touched my face,” said Natalie.

Erika wore a devious grin. I held my gaze and she shrugged and said, “What? It isn’t disgusting when I do it.”

Stinker.