We were driving home from dinner the other night, my husband in his car, and the kids and I in mine, just behind him. We reached the corner of our street. The light was red, but my husband made the right turn quickly. I watched helplessly as a big pick-up truck came through the intersection and nearly hit him. The truck clearly had the right of way, and I began babbling out loud in relief at the near miss.
Me: Oh, no! Daddy wasn't looking and that truck almost ran into him! Did you see that? Oh my god. What was he thinking? Holy cow.
My daughter: I HATE pick-up trucks! They are always doing bad things. I HATE THEM!!!
Me: Honey, it wasn't the truck's fault. Daddy turned without looking first.
My daughter: Pick-up trucks are EVIL! If you only knew what I know about pick-up trucks.
My son: Mom, can I get a pick-up truck?
My daughter: I saw an accident with a drunk driver and he hit a street light and KILLED people. I will NEVER, EVER ride in a pick-up truck!!
My son: Please?
Sibling = Nemesis
[Definition 2: An opponent or rival one cannot best or overcome.]