The Eyebrow

I know I have already shared this story with several people, but I feel like I need to write it down (type it out, technically) because it's just too good not to remember. 

Anyone who has been around Dad for very long at all has probably, at some point, witnessed, The Eyebrow.  It's this fancy little move he does, one eyebrow up, one eyebrow down, and if you're getting it, you've likely done or said something that's hit a nerve.  We used to get it often when we were growing up.  I really can't imagine why though, we were always on our best behavior and we would have never said anything sarcastic towards him! (Insert Dad giving me the eyebrow at this moment)

Anyway, we were eating lunch about a week or so ago, and Eva looks at me and says, "Momma, can you do your eyebrows like Pappy?"  I figured she was talking about, The Eyebrow, so I whipped out my best impression.  Evidently it was what she was looking for, because she giggled.  I preceded to tell her, that when Pappy would give us that look as kids, we would usually say something like, "Uh oh, Dad's giving you The Eyebrow." or "Watch out, you're getting The Eyebrow!"  She giggled again, and that was the end of the conversation.

Later that evening, Eva did something she wasn't supposed to do.  At this point I don't even remember what it was.  I know it wasn't a huge deal, but it needed to be addressed at the time.  As I was talking to her about it, she bursts into tears.  I can't figure out why she's crying.  She's been in trouble for much worse, and I know that I've been angrier before.  So I ask her, "Eva, what is wrong?"

"You hurt my feelings!" she wails.
"How did I hurt your feelings?"
Wailing even louder now, "YOU GAVE ME THE EYEBROW!"

I had to laugh.  It caught me so off guard.  I have practiced that look so many times, mostly trying to give Dad a hard time, and I've never really thought that I did that great a job of it.  I had no idea, that I did it without even trying!  Beware siblings, The Eyebrow is genetic!  When you least expect it, it'll attack! 
 
P.S. Love you, Dad.