From the other side of the girls' bedroom door last night:
Little One: No, that's mine, sissy.
Second Grader: I just want to use it tonight.
Little One: You can't. It's mine.
Second Grader: It was just sitting on the floor.
Little One: It's mine and you can't use it because you don't have special hair. Only I have special hair.
Second Grader: Everyone has special hair.
Enter Daddy.
Daddy: Girls, what are you fighting about? (though we already knew and had been laughing in the bathroom)
(Both at the same time, though I can't type it that way)
Little One: Her is trying to wear my sleeping cap but her doesn't have special hair. Only I have special hair.
Second Grader: She is getting all mad because I was going to wear her sleeping cap, but it was just laying there on the floor and she didn't even care about it.
Daddy: Second Grader, that is not the way to handle things with your sister. Waiting until it is dark, trying to sneak down from your bed and snag something behind her back. If you want to use her sleeping cap, you should have asked her.
Second Grader: But she wasn't even thinking about it until I snuck down to get it and she would have said no.
Daddy: Little One, why can't sissy wear your sleeping cap? It was on the floor and you weren't even thinking about it before Sissy tried to use it (practically quoting Second Grader's response because we all knew what she said was true).
Little One: It's my sleeping cap and she doesn't have special hair. Only I have special hair.
Daddy: Little One, when is the last time you wore your sleeping cap to bed?
Little One: Last summer. (brief pause) But it's mine...
Daddy exits with the sleeping cap. Quiet arguments continue from the other side of the door.
After a few minutes Daddy re-enters wearing the sleeping cap (though he doesn't have special hair) and carrying a pair of scissors.
Little One (Laughing out loud at the sight of Daddy in her purple silk sleeping cap): That's mine, Daddy. You don't have special hair.
Daddy: Yeah, yeah, we know all about the special hair. Look, I am going to cut this sleeping cap in half so you both can have a part of it.
Second Grader: Okay.
Little One: Then it won't fit on my hair and I have special hair...
Original argument between the girls picks up again and Daddy exits the room with both the scissors and the sleeping cap.
We shrug, feeling content in our attempt to parent with Solomonesque wisdom, and continue to chuckle as we listen to the girls argue themselves to sleep.
Little One: No, that's mine, sissy.
Second Grader: I just want to use it tonight.
Little One: You can't. It's mine.
Second Grader: It was just sitting on the floor.
Little One: It's mine and you can't use it because you don't have special hair. Only I have special hair.
Second Grader: Everyone has special hair.
Enter Daddy.
Daddy: Girls, what are you fighting about? (though we already knew and had been laughing in the bathroom)
(Both at the same time, though I can't type it that way)
Little One: Her is trying to wear my sleeping cap but her doesn't have special hair. Only I have special hair.
Second Grader: She is getting all mad because I was going to wear her sleeping cap, but it was just laying there on the floor and she didn't even care about it.
Daddy: Second Grader, that is not the way to handle things with your sister. Waiting until it is dark, trying to sneak down from your bed and snag something behind her back. If you want to use her sleeping cap, you should have asked her.
Second Grader: But she wasn't even thinking about it until I snuck down to get it and she would have said no.
Daddy: Little One, why can't sissy wear your sleeping cap? It was on the floor and you weren't even thinking about it before Sissy tried to use it (practically quoting Second Grader's response because we all knew what she said was true).
Little One: It's my sleeping cap and she doesn't have special hair. Only I have special hair.
Daddy: Little One, when is the last time you wore your sleeping cap to bed?
Little One: Last summer. (brief pause) But it's mine...
Daddy exits with the sleeping cap. Quiet arguments continue from the other side of the door.
After a few minutes Daddy re-enters wearing the sleeping cap (though he doesn't have special hair) and carrying a pair of scissors.
Little One (Laughing out loud at the sight of Daddy in her purple silk sleeping cap): That's mine, Daddy. You don't have special hair.
Daddy: Yeah, yeah, we know all about the special hair. Look, I am going to cut this sleeping cap in half so you both can have a part of it.
Second Grader: Okay.
Little One: Then it won't fit on my hair and I have special hair...
Original argument between the girls picks up again and Daddy exits the room with both the scissors and the sleeping cap.
We shrug, feeling content in our attempt to parent with Solomonesque wisdom, and continue to chuckle as we listen to the girls argue themselves to sleep.
Wisdom?- Wednesday, January 9.
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