KTMom91
Well-Known Member
It's funny now, but it sure wasn't when it happened.
I volunteered to make dinner for a couple from church (she had a hip replacement recently), so I was on a pretty tight schedule. Miss KT was playing with the three little kittens in the living room. Hubby came home. I'm packing food in plastic thingies, wrapping bread in foil, changing my clothes to go deliver the food. Hubby reaches to pet one of the kittens, and Miss KT objects. They fuss at each other...I've had enough. From the kitchen, I yell, "STOOOOOOOP!"
A beat of silence...and then, at the same time...
"Tell HIM!" (Miss KT)
"Tell HER!" (Hubby)
All right, kiddos, recess is over...any suggestions on how to diplomatically deal with both difficult children? The big one and the one that thinks she's grown?
I volunteered to make dinner for a couple from church (she had a hip replacement recently), so I was on a pretty tight schedule. Miss KT was playing with the three little kittens in the living room. Hubby came home. I'm packing food in plastic thingies, wrapping bread in foil, changing my clothes to go deliver the food. Hubby reaches to pet one of the kittens, and Miss KT objects. They fuss at each other...I've had enough. From the kitchen, I yell, "STOOOOOOOP!"
A beat of silence...and then, at the same time...
"Tell HIM!" (Miss KT)
"Tell HER!" (Hubby)
All right, kiddos, recess is over...any suggestions on how to diplomatically deal with both difficult children? The big one and the one that thinks she's grown?