I had heard a shriek coming from where the kids were playing as I was vacuuming the stairs this morning. But it was short-lived & I was blissfully covering up any sounds of arguing with the gentle hum of the vacuum cleaner. By the time I turned the vacuum off, there was quiet again. I asked Asher to unplug the cord, & as he was doing so, I asked, “Are you playing nicely together?”
Chancery took the opportunity to turn on the tears & came out of Asher’s room with tear-filled eyes to tell me, “Asher hit me.”
“Asher, did you hit Chancery?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
Me: “Well, why did you hit her?”
“Because she hit me,” was his soft reply.
Me: “Chancery, did you hit Asher?”
So I told them to stop hitting each other, & play nicely together. The tears magically evaporated, & as I walked back downstairs I heard them saying, “I’m sorry for hitting, & I won’t do it again.”
If only that were true…