Two friends and I (12 kids between the three of us) took the whole group to IKEA today to take advantage of their "kids eat free" deal. The trip was fun and mostly uneventful, aside from Henry pushing the emergency button in the elevator. But for me, the real fun began on the trip home in rush hour traffic. For some reason, Oscar and Lily can be perfectly civil to one another, maybe even have fun together, but get them in an enclosed space, say the car for example, and something happens. They become like little wild animals--screaming, hitting, slapping, pinching. Not to say these things don't happen at home too, because they do, but in the car, there's nowhere to run. This is what it sounded like tonight:
Lily: screaming
I look in my rearview: What is going on?
Lily: crying, loudly
Oscar: She hit me when I was meditating, and so I got angry.
I roll my eyes: Give me a break, Oscar, you are not meditating.
Oscar: I am too!
Henry: No, I'm two!
Are we there yet?
1 comment:
Love it! (Well, not the screaming part for you, but the dialogue of the kids is great!)
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