A Christmas Memory

My 2 kids could not have been more opposite. One demanded attention, the other was comfortable being by himself. One was a major drama queen and the other was content to sit and draw for hours. Yes, Amber was the loud one and Erik was the one who stood back and quietly watched things. Amber was quick to cry and point fingers at her brother and Erik was usually in trouble.

Many years later we have the proof of what I had long suspected.

A few years ago my dad had the old Christmas movies out for us to watch and enjoy. I smiled as I saw Amber at around 2 years old. She had on her pink satin dress and her tights and fancy shoes. She could twirl a dress like no other. She was really working the camera with her smiles and dancing. My then 1 year old Erik decided he would like to check out what was going on. As he toddled up beside his sister to get in the action, things got ugly. My beautiful satin dressed daughter got an ugly look on her face as she turned and pushed her brother to the ground. He fell backwards with his little feet flying over his shoulders. Was Amber worried he may be hurt?  No. She turns back to the camera and began once again to flirt with her audience.
It happened so fast that us adults were none the wiser. I always figured that half the time the wrong kid was getting in trouble.  I now have proof.

What a diva.