Yesterday the conversation at the dinner table between my four year old (Dante) and three year old (Cedric) turned nasty.
“You’re an alien.” Dante said to Cedric.
“No! I am not the alien, YOU are the alien.” Cedric refuted angrily.
“No! YOU are the alien!” Dante said while pushing Cedric’s shoulder.
“YOU ARE THE ALIEN, I AM NOT AN ALIEN!” Cedric screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Ok you guys! That’s enough!” I had to intervene, this was hurting my ears. “What’s wrong with being an alien anyways? At least you get to fly in a spaceship!”
“Oh–” They said.
At least they had stopped fighting…for now.
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