The Fine Art of Passive-Aggression

If denial is our family language, passive-aggression is our art form. In case you're not familiar (lucky you), the dictionary states: a type of behavior or personality characterized by indirect resistance to the demands of others and an avoidance of direct confrontation, as in procrastinating, pouting, or misplacing important materials.

I've worked hard not to pass this on to the next generation, and I think for the most part my children say what they think. I like the fact that they push back when they think they are right, instead of bowing under and stewing. Some of the PA skills must have seeped through though (how many generations are the sins of the fathers visited on?), and Karis put them to good use Sunday.

No matter how much Karis objected (and she can be quite persuasive!), Uncle Loren would not agree to wake her up when he and Grandma left in the morning. Karis wanted to say goodbye and see them off; Loren and Grandma refused. Karis pointed out that she would need to get up to move the Crown Vic; Loren said he would do it.

So, in fine ancestral form, Karis took the Crown Vic keys with her when she went to bed Saturday night. And locked her bedroom door.
Forcing her Uncle Loren to call her cell phone, wake her up, ask for the keys, and ultimately give Karis what she wanted...
to say goodbye to her beloved Grandma.