Gert and I had an argument before bath time last night that involved shoes, socks, and the fact that she was pushing her boundaries about whether or not she needs to pick up her things when we're cleaning up at night. I say yes. She says, "I only have two hands!" Of course, both of those hands are usually occupied with more fun things.
Well, last night she got in trouble and daddy was the one who scolded her. She was mad. Really mad. However, I thought we had made up.
After bath I went looking for her and found her in the bathroom digging through the bath toys and holding a toy fish net.
"Gert, what are you doing," I ask.
"Looking for a fish."
"Why?"
"To hang on my door."
"Why?"
"Because I'm mad at you."
"Oh."
Given the circumstances, I thought it best to drop the subject before the gave me the evil and started speaking in Romanian.
I now have a fish hanging on my door at work. Let others think what they will.
ReplyDeleteWow, you must have *really* pissed that kid off! I'm sure you deserve it.
ReplyDeleteWow. That's impressive. She's already learning how to deal with her anger.
ReplyDeleteI think I'll go get a fish today so next time *I'll* know what to do when I'm angry.