I awoke to sounds of conflict yesterday and called for Elijah to come upstairs as I hastily put my fuzzy green robe on. Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, he and I go into the bathroom so that I could pee AND practice diplomacy all at the same time.
"What is all the shouting about, Elijah?"
"Clementine wouldn't give me my digger back! Even after I poked her in the eye...."
Pause to make sure that I understood that correctly
"You poked your sister in the eye?'
"Only with my finger!"
Flush
I am not sure what the parenting books would say about this but I told him to not poke his sister in the eye and to go and apologize. Ah, the best part of waking up, is humor in my cup.
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