This morning I heard my children getting into what was becoming a pretty concerning argument. But because I'm making a concerted effort to curb my desire to intervene in the small ones' interactions until there is significant risk of bleeding, (read: I'm making a concerted effort to become a lazier parent), I decided to just listen in.
Madelyn: "Kaden, stop standing on the books! GET OFF!"
Kaden: "No. Why?"
Madelyn: "Because they're BOOKS and we don't STAND on our BOOKS!"
Kaden: "WHY??"
Madelyn: "BECAUSE IT WILL HURT OUR BOOKS! WE DON'T STAND ON BOOKS!"
Kaden: "WHY?!?"
Madelyn: "Kaaaaadeeeeeeen! Stop saying why!!"
Kaden: "WHY???"
Madelyn: "STOP SAYING WHY!!"
Kaden: "WHY??"
Madelyn: "STOP SAYING WHY! I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU SAY WHY!"
Kaden: "Oh. Sowwy."
Madelyn: "That's okay Kaden. I'm sorry too. I know that you didn't mean it, and it was just an accident."
And then they resumed their play. Happily.
Later that morning when I was feeding the baby, Madelyn, who had been running around the house playing with her brother most of the morning, came back into the living room by herself.
Me: "Madelyn, what happened to Kaden?"
Madelyn: "Oh, he seemed like he was getting tired, so I just put him to bed."
So... guess I've got this parenting thing taken care of. On to the next thing. Maybe I'll take up archery.
Special awesome stuff shout out for: Yoga Pants.
Yoga Pants, for transitioning seamlessly from pajamas to day clothes, requiring nothing more than a lowering of one's expectations about her own life. Thanks, Yoga Pants!
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