“Jake, the color of that crayon is hot pink.” Claire said to her brother.
“Claire, no. It’s magenta.” Jake replied.
My back was facing them as they colored at the kitchen table so they couldn’t see me roll my eyes.
“Here we go,” I said under my breath as I loaded the dish I was washing off into the dishwasher.
Jake and Claire fight like an old married couple. They are in this almost constant state of bickering. It’s like they have a sickness that makes them not agree. There are times when they can be the best of friends, they love to play together but God help us all when they disagree.
I don’t know why I am surprised by this because even in the womb these two fought with each other. Jake took up residence on my right side and Claire had the left, preferring to be right under my rib cage. Jake was the biggest baby and naturally, thought that meant he deserved most of the room. He would try and get himself up in Claire’s space. She would have none of that and she would push him back over.
Back and forth they would go, trying to push each other out.
The movement in my belly felt like rocks rolling back and forth in a tight rubber sack. There were times I swore one of them was going to rip my skin open and pop out it was so violent looking. I wished there could have been some wall placed between them so that they couldn’t touch each other because yelling at my belly, “Stop touching your sibling” was really a waste of breath.
And where was Quinn when all this was happening, you might wonder?
Well, he was in there too, of course. He was just the baby on the bottom of it all. He held a horizontal position at the bottom of my belly and just braced himself there. He did, however, get smart towards the end of my pregnancy. He discovered some ‘unused space’ down south. Yup, he took up residence in my vagina to escape all the Jake and Claire fighting.
So he played the game, ‘how low can I go’ without falling out… which was oh so pleasant for me. Ever try walking around with a baby in your vagina that feels like he’ll fall out if you sneeze while two others push at each other? Yeah, I don’t recommend it.
“Jake, it’s hot pink!” Claire said right in Jake’s face.
“No! Magenta!” Jake said right back.
“Hot. Pink.” Claire said again.
“Ma.Gen.Ta!” Jake articulated.
“I color more, Jake. I know. It’s hot pink.” Claire said sternly.
“I learned my colors in school in my kindergarten class. It’s magenta.” Jake answered her.
“HOT PINK!” Claire screamed.
“MAGENTA!” Jake screamed back.
“HOT PINK!” Claire screamed louder.
“MAGENTA!” Jake screamed back at the top of his voice.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any more. I dropped the sippy cup that I was trying to open that just wouldn’t open in the sink and walked over to them.
I stood there with my hands on my hips just looking at them. My silence causing them both to still.
“Did you know that hot pink and magenta are basically the same color?!” I said through gritted teeth.
They both just looked at me.
“Also,” I said as I picked up the crayon in question, “This is red.”
This post is part of Writer’s Workshop… answering what is the last argument you had or witnessed.