Dropped the two oldest chickens off at school and am heading home at 8:20. I then hear this from my back seat...
"These are your bubbles and these are mine."
"No, all the ones from this line are mine."
"okay, but then this is mine over here."
"Well, that ones mine too."
"But then I don't have as many as you."
"but you have those two."
"yea but you have twenty."
"well, I will just take these two and then I will have four."
"Mommy!!! Michael's taking my bubbles!!!"
Now I am not the smartest Mom at 8 O'clock and most certainly not the most observant before my first cup of coffee but I did however deduce that there are in fact NO bubbles in our car today. In fact there never have been bubbles in my car. That being said I think I can clearly state that my chickens are in fact fighting over imaginary bubbles.
2 comments:
I love it that children remind me of my humanity. I so want to take someone else's bubbles some times. I want to fight over imaginary issues just to argue and cause disruption. It's the ugly truth.
Thanks for the painting of ones self so clearly. Your little Chickens just taught me a great lesson!
Stop popping bubbles and fighting over them too! Even if it's packaging bubbles! ;-)
oh man. :)
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