Maybe we should all study the Bilby.

August 10, 2007 – 8:05 pm |

“B-I-L-b-e, that’s the book for me…” sings 4 cheerfully after VBS this week.

“NO!” corrects 5 quickly, and, for a moment, I glimpse what life must have been like for my sister. “It’s B-I-B-L-E,” he continues adamantly, sounding each letter out slowly, then finishing up in song “that’s the book for me, for me.”

“No, it isn’t.” 4 holds her ground.

“It is. It spells Bible,” he retorts condescendingly, and starts the verse again.

“B-I-L-B-E…” 4 ignores him, undaunted.

With his oldest-child-control-freak irritation bubbling up in him, 5 interrupts, and in a chastising tone repeats “NO…, 4, it is n–”

“Fine,” she cuts him off breezily. “That can be the book for you. B-I-L-B-E, that’s the book for me.”