Whacking
Bedtime in our house is always a two hour event. For this reason, bedtime in our house is 6:45 because for two hours, they will literally sing together, fight together, band together to demand ridiculous things like... Mommy, tomorrow will you make me pasta for breakfast and can you dye it blue and put sprinkles in it? And can you do it after Daddy is asleep so he doesn't eat it? And then can you... list of a hundred other insane things. Two minutes after teaming up for requests, they will scream, because one of them will have slipped out of their bed to torture the other, as in this night....
C: Proudly and admittedly, “Yes.”
Me: “Why did you do that?”
C: “Because I wanted to give her grapes and she did not want them but she needed to want them for her animals.”
Ben: “So… you whacked her with a towel because her stuffed animals needed to have fake grapes?”
C: “Yeah.”
Me: “Colton… boys do not whack girls.”
Funny how life lessons start so young…
GC: Very calmly and matter of factly, “Mommy.
Colton just whacked me with a towel.”
Me: Confused, because she should be on the top bunk SLEEPING and he should be on the bottom bunk SLEEPING. “How did he whack you with a towel?”
GC: “He climbed up my ladder.”
Me: “Colton, come here. Did you whack your sister?”C: Proudly and admittedly, “Yes.”
Me: “Why did you do that?”
C: “Because I wanted to give her grapes and she did not want them but she needed to want them for her animals.”
Ben: “So… you whacked her with a towel because her stuffed animals needed to have fake grapes?”
C: “Yeah.”
Me: “Colton… boys do not whack girls.”
Funny how life lessons start so young…
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