My rule for the summer with Boy 1 and Boy 2---Unless one of them is bleeding, I don't want to hear about it. If I had a dollar for every time my boys tattled, the Bora Bora vacation I have planned in my head would not only have turned into a fabulous vacation...I probably could have bought a summer home while I was there as well. So this conversation today should come at no surprise...
Ryan: Mom, Matthew just called me a girl!
Mom: Ignore him.
Ryan: But Mom...I am NOT a girl. I am NOT! What do I say?
Mom: Say, "No! YOU are a girl. A big girl!! A big girl that stinks! Badly!!"
Seconds go by....and then...
Matthew: Did you call me a big girl that STINKS??!!
Mom: Yes I did. Get over it!
Mom: Deal with it...I'm done!
Well...I'd like to say I am better than this. That I am a better mom and show better judgement. But I can't. It is week six of summer vacation. The level of my maturity while parenting is declining by the hour.
Sticks and Stones people. Sticks and stones.