May I just share?
Today’s excerpt from my 5 year old’s brain?
overheard in Private 2’s room…
Stooooop, I said, stooooooop. Mooooooooooom, he won’t stoooooooop. Crash. Bang. Smash. Based on the previous post, I probably don’t need to continue here.
I handle this in my usual, calm demeanor. What the? Whaaa is going on in here? What is that banging, 3, what the flip flop (we do say flip flop, not the "f" word) are you doing?
The informer, Private Girly steps up. Mooooom, I’ve been teeeliiiing him, and he won’t liiiiiiisten to me, I told him and told him, and just kept doing it!
What, oh dear calm and patient one, what praytell did you tell him?
That he can’t keep coming around, running in and out of the cord to my ProjectaScope, that he can’t run by it and bang it and knock off focus, because then I have to start aaaallllll over! He keeps dooooooiiiiing it!
To which I say, 3? Did you do this repeatedly, when she asked you not to? Um, yes. And did you at least apologize just now as you know you should whenever you provoke your sister?
No.
And why not?
Because I did the first time I knocked it over.
