“Having a two-year-old is like having a blender that you don’t have the top for.” — Jerry Seinfeld
The same can be said for having a pair of “tweens” in the house. (“Tweens” are kids who are no longer children, but not yet teens.) We have Mr. Clark’s sister’s granddaughters, (not sure what the relationship is, so we are calling them nieces...) staying with us for a month and one week into it, I can say I am older and more cantankerous than I thought I was.
The girls, ages 11 and 12, are nice enough. In fact, they are sweet, eager to please and have very good manners. It’s just that I’m like the mouse in that pop psychology book from a few years back — the one that didn’t like his cheese moved. Ever since the girls arrived, my cheese has been in a constant state of motion and at times that agitates this old mouse.