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Every week day, Julia writes a page for her journal. This pretty much consists of copying her name in upper and lowercase letters as well as some other words I choose. Sometimes she’ll draw a picture, too.
Notice the I love my mom at the bottom of that page? She added that on her own. Sweet, right?
Well, that was yesterday, Foreigner.
This morning, she woke up in a bad mood and was trying hard to get under my skin. I must have been doing a good job hiding how well it was working, because she brought out the big guns and said, “Mom, remember that time I called you FAT and YOU CRIED and I said I’d never call you FAT again? I just want you to know, I’m never going to call you FAT again. I am not going to say that word FAT to you ever again.”
Suddenly I couldn’t stop hearing The Knights Who Say Ni in my head.
I didn’t dignify her efforts to destroy me with a response. I just gave her a journal page to complete.
I shared this with Dave as I was obviously pleased with myself for A) not yelling, B) not crying and C) being so smart.
He said, “So, now, not only can she say it, she can write it.”
“Uhhh, yeah.”
“Good work, honey.”
And now I’m off to find a shrubbery.
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Ooooooh. Aaaaah.
So been there. It gets worse when they are older and sneer at you. Yesterday, heck all week has been worse. I used the f-bomb to my almost 13 year old. F$%K!
Um, Scout’s Honor has something there.
Remember yesterday.
I am not sure what it is, but I have noticed that we start out short and lacking tact, and we end up short and lacking tact. But nonetheless, she said you weren’t (the f-word) which demonstrates the fact that she wasn’t trying to be mean. Just reiterating her point, in a really helpful way.
A nice shrubbery, with different levels and a little path running down the middle.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!
Dude, you really taught her a lesson! That’s funny!