My Sister the Scrapper

I received a message yesterday evening from my little sister (I missed the call because I was outside acclimating Little Kitty to his new harness and leash). I called her back as soon as I received the message. She so seldom ever has time to call me, since she is busy with her 4 children (her husband's three boys and her own little daughter), that I thought something must be wrong (the last time I received a call from her out of the blue, back in May, it was to inform me that our sixteen year old niece had passed away). So, needless to say, I was a little concerned. I called her home number, and her cell number. There was no answer, so I left her a message.

She did not call me back, so this morning I tried her again. Still no answer. Just a few minutes ago, she calls my cell phone. The conversation starts out with the usual how are you, what's going on, how is the weather? and then she says to me, in a tone just a little too casual for the subject of the call to be just chit chat....

"So...I'm supposed to be in court tomorrow."

"What for?" big sister inquires.

"Battery," she says.

Oh, lord! I think. Is she fighting with her husband?

"What happened?" I say.

"Some big fat mean woman yelled at my daughter!"

My dear little sister Krista went to pick up my nine year old niece Lori Jean from the (co-ed) flag football game. Once she is in the car, my niece bursts into tears.

"What on earth is the matter?" my sister says.

"A big fat mean woman yelled at me!" my niece responds.

So my sister listens as her daughter tells the story of how she is playing around with a boy from the team at football practice (prior to practice, actually). Apparently, said little boy ends up face down in the dirt. Hey, it's flag football practice, right? The kids play around like this all the time (note: little boy is unhurt - aside from his little boy pride, that is).

Sadly, big fat mean woman is mom to bested (but unhurt) little boy, and does not understand (clearly) how these sporting type games are played. She decides it is her duty to discipline my niece. She literally gets in the face of a fourth grade girl and screams at her until she cries. This is witnessed by several other adults, who, thankfully, intervene on behalf of my niece.

Well, after hearing this story, my little sister (yes, I do mean little, not just younger - 5'2' and 110 soaking wet) starts to turn green and {believes} she grows very tall with gargantuan muscles (I told her when she turned 30 last week that she needed to pay more attention to her health - but it is clear she did not take my advice and start drinking prune juice). She drives around the place looking for big mean woman. She doesn't find her. Does this deter Krista? Nope. She starts asking questions, and the next day, tracks big meanie down. She walks up to her (all 5''7", 400 lbs of her), points at her, and makes it very clear she is not, under any circumstances, to ever yell at Lori Jean again. How does said mean woman respond to my fiery green little sister? She shoves her roughly and says "Now! What are you going to do about it!?"

Unfortunately, my little sister, having my temper, lacks my reserve. She flies at big mean woman and hits her in the face repeatedly. Big fat mean woman becomes scared and tries to push my sister off of her. This does not work. My 110 lb little sister keeps on until big mean woman's mommy pulls her away.

So now you know why my little sister has to be in court tomorrow. It's apparently not as bad as it sounds. A misdemeanor and a fine. Thank god my little sister didn't grow 15 feet tall with gargantuan green muscles. Imagine where she'd be then?


Moral of the story? Don't mess with people's kids.