This morning I told Karah about my post yesterday. While somewhat amused, she demanded her voice be heard so everyone knew what “really happened”, in her words.
I, myself, don’t think the details change the fact I was called a piece of poo…but she seems to think she can save face with the blogging world if everyone knows how it went down.
So here it is. You be the judge.
The kids were playing the basement and got into it over something. Bradley came crying and said that Karah had called him a piece of poo. Karah came running up the stairs and confirmed it. I told her that it isn’t nice to talk to her brother that way and she needed to go to her room and decide if she wanted to play nice.
She sat on the stairs and folded her arms and said, “No!”.
“You can go to your room on your own and be able to play outside this afternoon – or I can make you go and you won’t be able to play outside this afternoon.”
She jumped up – ran to her room and on her way up the stairs – yelled, “NO YOU’RE THE PIECE OF POO!”
I went upstairs and told her that since she chose to do that – she lost her privilege to play outside. (she LOVES playing outside – this was a big deal for her)
On my way downstairs – she hollered, “I hate you!”
Sooo, my friends, that is how it went down. At breakfast Karah said, “I would NEVER just call you a piece of poo, Mom!!!”
It was 100% situational :)
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