Last weekend basically all we did was packing, which was both hard to pull off with the kids and very boring for them. Luckily on Sunday morning the mom of one of LP's daycare friend called asking if he wanted to come over and play? Best timing ever.
On the way there, I repeated the rules: no quarelling, be polite and listen, don't wait too long if you need to use the bathroom... When M picked him up before dinner he was really happy, and my husband reported back that "everything went well".
Later, when I put him to bed (usually our best, sweetest bonding moment of the day), he said: "I was good, mom. We didn't fight."
"Great!"
"There was just a leetle accident, but it was OK."
"What accident?"
"Well D got hurt, and he cried, but then he calmed down, and he was fine."
(Eyes open wide) "But you didn't hurt him did you? What happened?"
"It's OK, it's just that we were playing and he pretended to be a vampire and he scared me so he got hurt because I was trying to fend him off".
"..." (A bit horrified)
"But don't worry! He was still able to open his eye".
PS Notice his very careful, non-incriminating choice of words all the way.
PPS Test post, written from my phone while lying in bed at 5:30 AM, with the new Blogger app. Not so bad.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
But his eye was fine
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3 comment(s):
I *love* LP.
Hilarious. So good to be back on your blog.
Ha! Thank you for reminding me just how much fun there is ahead. (I just just feeling a little sad that Talia won't be the little bubba like F just learning to talk and sing songs for the first time for much longer.)
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