Mischievous Movements of a Cherub ~ Part 1

12 Aug

After posting a little this week about my childhood particularly with reference to my little sister, the angelic looking cherub with a naughty streak a mile wide, I thought I could go somewhere with this. It had mileage. My little sister was naughty and reckless, and therefore often in trouble or up to no good, so I have hundreds of stories where I pointed the finger of blame at my sister. I was never an ally, always a grass. So hereby begins a series of posts named the Mischievous Movements of a Cherub.

When I was four years old, I was girly and pink and into nothing but ballet. I lived in my tutu, ate, slept and breathed dancing and was generally pretty content dreaming of the days I would follow in Darcey Bussell’s steps and dance Swan Lake. When asked what I wanted for my birthday I thought long and hard, and all I could muster was ‘flamingo pink tights’. They had to be this precise shade of pink, and this would make my heart content. I read Drina the Ballerina, watched Angelina Ballerina (the dancing mouse) on the TV, and danced EVERYWHERE.

So when my mum decided to throw me a joint fourth birthday party with a boy down my road, my cake was made in the shape of a four (my mother is by far the best cake maker in the land) and on it was two fondant ballet shoes, with ribbons and piping. I was so happy my heart could have burst.

It was, of course, ruined by my two year old sister. The night before my birthday party, when the house slept and a blanket of dark covered the room, my sister (obviously in early training to be the bane of my life) snuck down the stairs to the kitchen. I’m not sure how she managed to do this without making some sort of noise (we shared a bedroom at the time and it was like Beirut in there) but she did.

The next morning when I woke up, my beloved birthday cake was still there, with one and a half fondant ballet shoes. My chubby little toddler of a sister had snuck down the stairs and gorged on my ballet shoes. Utter. Devastation.

Still not forgiven.

10 Responses to “Mischievous Movements of a Cherub ~ Part 1”

  1. barb19 August 12, 2011 at 8:19 am #

    That was mean – hope she was sick!

  2. danielledawes August 12, 2011 at 9:26 am #

    hahah sounds exactly like something one of my siblings (or possibly myself) would have done… except for there someone would’ve ended up with a dead arm that day. I hope you gave her one 🙂

  3. natasiarose August 12, 2011 at 1:18 pm #

    Oh yeah, there can’t ever be forgiveness for that!

  4. Heather August 13, 2011 at 1:28 am #

    oh my goodness….that IS a rough day 😦 i hope you’re able to laugh about it soon, because obviously this old woman wasn’t quite lucid.
    hope things are going MUCH better for you!! ❤

  5. Simply Paul August 13, 2011 at 7:39 am #

    Being the eldest with two brothers and a sister I was attacked from all angles and never given a moments piece. I wouldn’t change it for the world.

  6. Linda Kruschke August 13, 2011 at 3:14 pm #

    Maybe it’s just me, but refusing to forgive the actions of a two-year-old seems rather petty to me. People – especially sisters – make mistakes; but blood is thicker than water. Forgiveness is always better than holding a grudge. I could write a book of the petty things that my older sister has done that upset me at the time, but she is still one of my best friends. Peace, Linda

    • tinkerbelle86 August 14, 2011 at 4:16 pm #

      um ok, its kind of a joke?? of course i forgive her, i think i did by the next day. sorry you missed that!

  7. Sandra Bell Kirchman August 13, 2011 at 3:43 pm #

    lol you have a way with words, Belle. I’m amazed that a two-year-old could do all those things.

    I was an only child so I was spared some of the trauma that having a sibling engenders. However, for some reason I yearned for a brother. One Christmas, when I was about four or five years old, I remember asking my mom and dad for a brother and specifically specified that he be an older brother. My folks gravely listened to my request and then said they’d see but they somehow doubted they would be able to grant my request. After I left the room, I was mystified to hear them laughing until they had a coughing fit.

  8. Team Oyeniyi August 14, 2011 at 2:59 am #

    Awwwwwwwwwww – but she was only TWO! I’d forgive this transgression, but no the car!!!

    • tinkerbelle86 August 14, 2011 at 4:20 pm #

      i forgive her everything, she is my closest ally. but some of the things she has done make for good stories 🙂

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