Older child was upset with younger child and ordering her around in a not-so-nice voice. I told him that this was not a nice way to talk, and she chimes in “Yes, Mitchell’s don’t talk to people like that.”
I swear that it was the 100th time she had called my name, pleading, plaintively, “Mommy” from the backseat of the car as I battled traffic to get her to school on time and get back to a 9:15 meeting.
“What do you want!” I snapped. I did not look back, but in my mind’s eye, I could see her little mouth pucker into a disapproving pout.
“Mommy”, she says. “Don’t snap at me, I just wanted to say ‘I love you’.”
Baby girl announces she is now a princess.
Me: “OK Baby girl.”
She corrects me: “Say OK Princess.”
Baby girl says that she wants to play with big brother’s friend, Jack.
Big brother: “No, he is my friend, not yours.”
Baby girl: “Okay, I want to play with Jill”.
And then laughs hysterically.
Me on the phone: “I’ve been banging my head on a problem all day.”
Older child pipes up from the back seat: “Mommy, did it hurt?”