An actual conversation with my kids this morning:
Zack: “I want milk”
Me: “Okay, here’s some milk”
Zack: “I don’t want the blue cup Daddy, I want it in the pumpkin cup.”(The cup with pumpkins on it)
Me: “Fine, here’s some milk in the pumpkin cup. Josh, you can have the milk I poured in the blue cup”
Josh: (crying) “I want pumpkin cup too!”
Me: “Okay, here’s some milk in the other pumpkin cup.” (I pour the milk into an identical second pumpkin cup)
Josh: (now screaming & crying) “No! I want pumpkin cup!” (Points to the cup Zack is drinking out of)
Me: “Zack, can you trade cups with your brother? I know they look the same, but he really wants the cup you have”
Zack: “But it’s MY pumpkin cup!”
*Both boys are now screaming and crying.*
Me: (trying to be patient) “I know that one is yours, but Josh would really like to trade with you. Could you be a good big brother and let him switch cups with you?”
Zack: hesitantly “Okay”
I swap cups and give each boy the milk that their brother was previously drinking out of. Josh takes a couple sips and finally stops crying.
Zack: “I want juice”
*Screaming starts again*
They’re always so pleased with themselves when they’ve worn Dad down to a frazzle.
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