I am giving my younger two a bath and as usual, they begin to squabble over something of zero significance, like, who has more bubbles on their side of the bath tub.
"I hate you!" Exclaim Furr-ball.
"That's not a nice thing to say to your sister," I caution.
"But Mom, I really, really, hate her. She is mean!"
"That's not a nice thing to say to your sister," I caution.
"But Mom, I really, really, hate her. She is mean!"
"Oh really?"
"Uh-huh"
"If you hate her that much," I begin, "Why then do you always ask me where she is when you first wake up in the morning?"
"That doesn't mean I like her." She replies. "I just want to know where the heck she is."
"That doesn't mean I like her." She replies. "I just want to know where the heck she is."
Kids. You can't live without them. You can't trade them in -;)
1 comment:
ha ha when kids fight on these minuscule issues . they look so innocent to me .
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