Fighting eight year old style
Nov 27, 2007 A day in our life
Earlier this evening I was listening to a fight between Skyler & Spencer. It went something like this:
Spencer: Give me my truck.
Skyler: I had it first.
Spencer: But it’s mine.
Skyler: But I had it first.
Spencer: BUT IT’S MINE!
Skyler: SO? I HAD IT FIRST!
Spencer: BUT. IT’S. MINE.
Skyler: SO. I. HAD. IT. FIRST!
Silence, then…
Skyler: AAAAaaaahhhhhh! GIVE IT BACK. I HAD IT FIRST.
Spencer: BUT IT’S MINE!
Then there was a holler from kitchen. Lee said, “Spencer, give it back. She had it first.”
Spencer: Fine. Here.
Skyler: You’re such a baby.
Spencer: I’m not a baby.
Skyler: You tell a whole bunch more than I do.
Spencer: So, you cry more than I do.
Skyler: Do not?
Spencer: Yes you do.
Skyler: Do not.
Spencer: Yes you do. I hardly ever cry anymore.
Skyler: Whatever.
Thank God we outgrow that. Could you imagine if we still argued like that now? At work? Say you get to the microwave at the same time as somebody else.
“I was here first”
“Was not.”
“Was so.”
“Was not.”
“Was so.”
Then you tackle ‘em while trying to open the microwave door. And while he’s laying bloody on the floor you stuff your Lean Cuisine in before he gets up.
Although that would make work a little more interesting.
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November 28th, 2007 at 4:29 am
LOL. I can just see it now. I need to use the printer, I was here first, no I sent from my desk, so I was here first….
Hilarious!
November 29th, 2007 at 7:19 am
Ohhh, that brings my stress level up just reading it. I’m sitting at work taking my daily break from my kids and that brought last nights juvenile etiquette all back. I’m sure I have to look forward to it tonight too, and tomarrow…. AAAHHHHHHH!!!
Perhaps when my coworker gets in I’ll try relieving that stress with a good “Hey thats my spot” fight. LOL
November 30th, 2007 at 2:20 pm
I’m laughing and my kids still act like that for they are 3 and 5….lol! You always think when your child goes through that phase that every child does until you’re out in public and some old lady looks at you like your kids belong in a zoo. It’s nice to be reminded that I’m not alone. Thanks for the laugh!