A phrased daddy loved using was “scooped.”

Just how do you scoop someone? You tell their story or news to someone else who they planned on telling before they have a chance to share the news themselves. Beating them to the punch, if you will.

Daddy would lecture both Joelle and me for scooping each other and ruining each other’s stories. In fact, I think we easily had this discussion at least once a week in the car while driving to and from school. Joelle would tell mom and dad something that happened to me before I could, and of course, I would do the same to her…a lot.