The Big Kid has been up for an hour and has not allowed the little kid to touch ONE THING without snatching it away, pushing it out of his reach or tattling to me. I have heard:
"HE IS GETTING ALL DESE STUFFS" more than 10 times. "HE HAS HIS PACI. MUDDER, HE HAS GOTTEN HIS PACI!!"
Come on. I'm not playing referee today. I need to motivate myself into some housekeeping today and that's really all I've got energy for.
We also had the following conversation:
Big Kid: Mommy, da little kid, he needs to go home
Ashley: What are you talking about? He is home.
Big Kid: No, he needs to go to his nother home.
Ashley: He has another home?
Big Kid: Yes
Ashley: Where is his other home?
Big Kid: That way (points out the front door)
Ashley: No, this is his home.
Big Kid: Otay, den take him to his room.
It looks like it's going to be a sunshiney day! Cleaning, refereeing and disciplining (see post below this one, because I think we all know I don't excel in the arena of discipline, or cleaning for that matter).
Cleaning is a discipline.
Therefore, if you don't excel at one, it makes perfect sense that you don't excel at the other.
At least in my world.
Do you know mini #2 is 3.5 and mini #1 STILL asks us when we can return his brother back to the hospital.
When my almost 4-year-old gets mad at me, he says, "You're not coming to my other house." um, yeah... and where would that other house be?
too funny love your blog
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