Rebecca is a narc. The enforcer of rules. The tattle-tale. She likes things just so, and you’d better stay in line. (At least, when she feels like it). You should have heard her in soccer class this week, telling on all of the boys who were sitting on their soccer balls instead of standing on the black line. Oooh, she was not pleased.
One aspect of her narc-dom is that she is quick to assign blame when things go wrong. If she steps on an errant block, she immediately questions “who left it there?” Guess what her response always is… “I think it was Daniel.” Oh, she will throw him under the bus without hesitation. But it’s not just Daniel. It’s anyone but herself.
Witness, this morning’s conversation over breakfast (during ANOTHER F%#&ING SNOW DAY):
Daniel: Becca, your flowers are in the back! [translation: your shirt is on backwards. From the kid whose shirt is both backwards AND inside-out. Guess who dressed themselves this morning?]
Becca: Oh! Mom! Who put my shirt on backwards?
Mom: Well, who got you dressed this morning?
Becca: Um, YOU DID! [with quite the accusatory tone]
Mom: Nope, you dressed yourself this morning.
Becca: Oh. Um. Well… I like it this way.
The shirt remains backwards. On principle, it would seem. The Narc is never wrong.