The following is an actual confrontation between a giggling nine-year-old boy and his emotional six-year-old sister, who is not afraid to call him out.

My six-year-old daughter was on the deck scolding our Cavalier King Charles Spaniel puppy, Brownie.

“No Brownie, bad boy, don’t do that,” she yelled while pointing her finger at the dog. “No Brownie!”

I opened the sliding glass door and asked what happened.

“I bent down to pick up my Barbie and Brownie jumped up and hit me in the eye with his nose.”

My nine-year-old son was sitting at the kitchen table giggling at what happened.

“You think that’s funny.” asked my daughter storming into the house.

“Yes, it was funny,” he mumbled.

“Really, you think it’s funny?” my daughter questioned as she became more upset. She moved closer to his face. “He could have bit my eyeball.”

The more agitated my daughter got, the more my son had trouble not laughing.

“Would it have been funny if he bit my eyeball?” my enraged daughter continued as her pointer finger moved closer to my son’s face.

The discussion made me stop putting dishes in the dishwasher. Do I step in and stop this confrontation? Or wing it and see where this goes? Winging it and seeing where it goes sounds like a more interesting option.

“If he bit my eyeball, he could have made me blind,” she screamed. “I could be blind. Blind! You think being blind is funny?”

Now I was concerned if my son laughed again she would actually poke him in the eye. Time to step in.

I moved in between my kids, fully aware I could be poked in the eye at any minute. “Ok, that’s enough,” I said.

My daughter stormed upstairs as my son stayed at the kitchen table and shook his head. No decision was made about whether being bitten in the eyeball by a dog was funny or not. After seeing my daughter’s building rage, I would vote for it not being funny.