The boys were playing in the hallway this morning when they erupted into their fifth dust-up of the day (and it wasn’t even 9AM). I rounded the corner, ready to don my referee stripes, and asked Ethan to give me the toy they were arguing over. I opened my palm and he handed me…
Literally. They were fighting over a pretend water bottle. Georgie said, “But it’s MY turn to drink!”
I nearly cried, both from the sheer stupidity and the sheer creativity of the situation. I have never known children to argue over something that doesn’t even exist.