Yesterday, Nathan and Sarah were in some sort of mood. It was not a fun mood. I think the word annoying is appropriate, but a little tame. We could not get them to calm down for bed--or for anything. I thought I would go crazy.
The two of them were in the bathroom brushing their teeth. Nathan was making these weird squawking sounds at the top of his lungs. He has very loud lungs. (Why don't we call a whisper talking at the bottom of our lungs? Just wondering.) I was at the end of my rope. I marched in the bathroom and Nathan got in BIG trouble. He was shocked. He was stunned. He was stupified. He said, "But Mom, I was the funny one." Oh, so it's not annoying. It's funny. My bad.
And then today: Nathan came upstairs to tell me that Sarah had hidden one of his toys. I said I would go down to solve the problem if he would take care of Beth in the bath. This consists of his watching her to make sure her face doesn't go under the water. If she goes under, he yells loudly. I came back upstairs and overheard Nathan saying, "So...is your day going well?"
Beth said, "Yes," and the polite conversation was ended. I thought it was funny anyway.
2 comments:
Well, it pays to teach manners.
Good for Nathan for not just sitting there.
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