Bad Siblings
Rita sat on the living room sofa with a ton of things on her mind. How would her and Lynn Sr. be able to save enough money for another vacation? Would her boss give her a promotion if she asked for it? When will her kids stop acting like nutcases around the house? Their behavior was atrocious at times.
The stress was getting to her and she could tell by taking a simple glance in the mirror.
Lola, sitting in the neighboring chair as Luan sat in front of her on the floor, noticed how quiet her mother was. She sat next to her.
"Mom, you okay?" She asked before gasping in surprise. "Oh my gosh, what happened?"
Rita gave Lola a blank stare.
"Your hair, why is it turning grey?"
Rita saw this as an opportunity to enlighten her child.
"It is because-" Rita said before Luan interrupted her. Luan tossed her dummy across the room at the surprise of Lola's question.
"Lola, you shouldn't ask mom questions like that." She said before muttering, "It's because she's aging."
Rita was taken aback by Luan's statement.
"Excuse me?" Rita said with slight anger.
"It's because you're aging." Luan repeated.
"I am not aging." Rita said without a stutter.
"It's okay mom, you're just getting old. After all, it explains why you smile every time we tell you something..."
"Huh?"
"Because you can't hear what we're saying!" Luan said, receiving an annoyed groan from Lola and a bothered glare from Rita. Luan simply didn't know when to stop talking.
"Not funny, Luan." Lola warned. Luan laughed.
"You kidding? How do you know when you've hit old age? When your waistline and your age are the same!"
Luan fell to the floor with both hands clutching her abdomen as she howled with laughter. Rita was fuming and this point.
"You children want to know why I have grey hair? It is because every single day, one of you do something dumb or bad to make my hair turn grey! You stress me out to no end."
Lola nodded to her mother. The 6-year old replied faultlessly. "I guess that explains why Pop Pop's hair is completely white."
Luan couldn't control herself anymore. With tears in her eyes, she laughed so hard she could barely breathe. Lola blushed and fearfully glanced at her mother.
"At least your father and I aren't the reason for Lincoln having white hair and eye bags!" Rita said before walking away. Silence filled the room.
The Loud sisters did annoy their parents from time to time, but they could now agree it was nothing compared to the stress they gave Lincoln.