I was in my room nursing Finn during the afternoon quiet time. The older kids are supposed to do their school work while the littles nap and I take a time-out. I had my door wide open to monitor them, so of course I heard the giggles and the snickers start and knew they were up to something. These snickers were quickly followed by the oofs and thuds as a full-on brawl broke out among the twins.
Then I heard a hit find its mark, a second of shocked surprise, and a wail soon followed. My boys aren’t cry babies, so they dried it up quickly and discussed it at higher and higher decibels until they came to me for a final ruling.
Ian complained first: “Sam hit me. I couldn’t understand what he was saying and when I didn’t answer him, he hit me.”
Sam piped in: “Why wasn’t he listening to me in the first place??? He heard me, I know he did. And besides, he hit me back. No really, ON my back. It hurts, Mommy!”
Apparently, Sam has some mouth sores that are causing him to talk a little funny. He asked Ian for the red crayon and Ian heard something about mayonnaise and their solution to this misunderstanding was to smack each other around a little.
I will never understand that part of the Y chromosome.
I pointed out that they were BOTH in the wrong and unless they really wanted me to make a ruling on this dispute, they would be wise to run away.
They skittered out of my room before I was done talking and I cozied up to Finn and whispered, “You won’t EVER hit your brothers, right?”
He didn’t answer but kept right on eating. I think he’s bulking up so he can take on his brothers in a month or two.
Can you blame him?