Crossing the Line

Siblings riding in the back seat of the car for any length of time past 15 minutes or so can begin with fun and laughter, but usually end up with some kind of little disagreement. You will hear the sounds of playful teasing back and forth until one or the other offends in some way. You know the routine that ends with:

"He's not sharing!"
"She took it from me!"
"That's not fair!"
"She's kicking me!"
"Make him stop it!"

So I turned around, held out my arm and drew the invisible line between the two of them.
"Nobody touching, keep your hands and feet on your side of the line."

They both give me the "pouty" look.
The next thing I hear?

"Nonnie, can I just fling my hair over the line?"

I turned around to reply "what?" and see Kate is tossing her head around and saying again,

"Nonnie, is it okay if I just fling my hair over the line?"

Gotta love the way her mind works.

Here, her hair is doing a little of its own "fling!"