Summer is winding down. The kids (mine and the neighbor girl) have all spent too much time together. They are no longer friends, respecting each others feelings, they are like 3 siblings with all the bickering and power struggles. All day. Every day. I believe I've told them all this. While telling them the constant bickering is grating on my last nerve hasn't stopped them one. bit. I can, at least, take some satisfaction in knowing my words have been heard. Here's a conversation between Handsome (age 7) and Hubster yesterday morning.
Handsome and his sister are bickering because he is trying to play his DS and she is sitting too close, causing him to get distracted and die. He moves, she moves closer. He moves again. She moves again. The bickering continues throughout. Hubster steps in and asks why they can't just get along...
Handsome: Now you know how Mom feels.
Hubster: What? What do you mean by that?
Handsome: (Silence. He's busy with his DS)
Hubster: (from the other room)What did you mean by that?
Handsome: (still quiet. Not paying attention to the voice in the other room)
Hubster: (louder this time) Handsome!
Handsome: What!
Hubster: What did you mean by that?
Handsome: What did I mean by what?
Hubster: What you said.
Handsome: What did I say. I have no idea what you're talking about.
Hubster: That now I know how mom feels.
Handsome: Oh. you were complaining about our bickering and fighting.
Hubster: Right.
Handsome: Now you know how Mom feels. She has to listen to it all day long.
I had to walk away.
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