Hi! It’s me! Lily!
Lily lily la-lilly!!!
Banana nana fofana!!!
I’m dancing in my chair!!! It’s squeaking! Beth just came by looking at me funny!!!
Today was.. A wednesday. Dave was off on a job site, but left some homework for us with Sabby. I had my project to do with learning how a car engine worked, but we also all filed into the lab and had to build a simple circuit. But the catch was, David had to keep his hands off and just tell us what we needed to do.
So… that didn’t end well. What was supposed to happen was, Beth and I were supposed to plug bits and pieces into the little holey thing as David told us, connect up a battery, and it was supposed to do stuff. What actually happened was David told us to do something, and both of us refused to do it until he told us what the bit we were plugging in was, what it did, and why it needed to be where it was. David lost his patience very quickly and stomped off. Sabby came back, dragging David along a few minutes later, and said “I’m going to watch. Do what you were doing.”
So we did.
After about a minute, Sabby stopped us.
“I’ve seen enough,” she said. “David, Beth and Lily have every right to ask you questions and to understand what they’re doing. Maybe you don’t have the answers but you’re being impatient. We’re not just teaching you how to do electronics, we’re also trying to teach you how to work together, and David, you’re failing.”
“But they’re so sloooooow!”, he whined. “And they’re girls!”
Sabby’s face turned thunderous. “What. Does. That. Have. To. Do. With. Anything”, she asked, punctuating each word.
David had the sense to stay quiet.
“Do you think that girls aren’t as good at this as boys are?”
David turned red, but I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment.
“I see,” she said. “Come with me. Lily, Beth, you can keep working on this if you want.”
We did. Both of us knew better than to get in Sabby’s way when she was working up a good rant. It took us a bit longer, but Beth and I figured it out finally.
We could hear Sabby yelling through the door.
When we had dinner, Sabby told us that since David thought boys were better at some things than girls, it stood to reason that girls were better at some things than boys too, so David was going to be cooking dinner for the next week. I wasn’t too happy at that announcement. Why punish us with bad food? But I kept quiet.
As I said, you don’t want to get in Sabby’s way when she was working up a good rant.
Truthfully, I wouldn’t mind learning to cook too, but let’s let David get through this first. This oughta be a fiasco almost as bad as Cookie-palooza.