So Princess, Sass, and I were playing when (surprise, surprise!) I did something that neither Sass nor Princess liked. I put Elmo in time-out. I know. I'm that mean babysitter that does mean things like put Elmo in time-out. Let me tell you, this life-size Elmo doll was being tugged in two directions. Sass wanted Elmo in her room, Princess wanted Elmo in the 'puter room. As the shouts of indecision grew louder, I stepped in.
Me: "Okay. That's it. Elmo is going in time-out until you two can decide to share him."
Princes: "But Miss Mica, Elmo didn't do anything."
Sass: "Yeah Mica. Elmo was good."
Me: "However, you two can't decide where to put him, so he had to be put away. Or do you two want to go to time-out instead?"
Sass: "No. Elmo can stay in time-out."
Princess: "You know what Miss Mica? You're mean. Elmo doesn't like you. You're not a good mommy, and your son doesn't like you either."
Hm. There were several things wrong with that last statement, but I decided to control the anger issue instead of correcting her.
Me: "Princess, you need to calm down and understand I'm not punishing Elmo. I'm giving him a break to let you and Sass be able to get along. Get it?"
Princess: "Yes. But your son still doesn't like you."
At this point, I decided to let her know in what way she was wrong.
Me: "Princess, I don't have a son. And if I did, and he was fighting with his best friend over Elmo, I'd put Elmo in time-out for them too."
After she thought for a second, and this is what came out of her mouth...
Princess: "Miss Mica. Your son still doesn't like you."
Ah. So that's the future I have to hope for with my children. Good to know.
P.S. Now I know Bailey reads my blog. This is a shout-out to her. You should read her blog or her other blog. You know, all 2 of you that aren't Bailey and read this...
P.P.S. I'm going to camp with our youth group next week (as a counselor, but let's be real. I'll be the biggest kid there.), so I won't have any new conversations to share. I know. You're all upset.
