Wednesday, April 22, 2009

It's been constant bickering at the Fraijo house these days. For some reason, my two oldest daughters cannot. get. along. Today I was just done, done, done listening to it. It was time for separation (why do they always whine about this? You would think that they would want to be separated if they truly cannot get along). They know the drill. Sierra on her bed, Makenna on hers.

Do not look at each other. Do not talk to each other.

They sulk their way to their beds . . .

A minute passes . . .

Makenna: Mama, but can I talk to myself?

Oy.

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5 comments :

McVal said...

LOL! My husband has put my kids on ball restriction. It's not what you think... We have this ball with a handle that you sit on and bounce with. The kids were fighting over it one day, so he made them both hold it . no bouncing... Everywhere they went that afternoon, they had to be holding it together. It was torture for them... But now they have a memory they can chuckle about together.

Xazmin said...

That's hilarious! Love it!

onegirliegirl said...

Too funny! I love the need for clarification :)

Xazmin said...

I came by again to let you know I've given you an award on my blog!

Vivienne said...

So funny what kids say!
My mother wrote down all of the "brilliant comments" I said as a little kid. I'm doing the same thing for my kids. These blogs are great forums for that.

:)

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