Compromises are very... interesting around our house. I used to think they were a two-way thing. You know, I give a little, you give a little. Here's how they go now.
Me: Son, no more pulling things out of drawers and scattering them around the bathroom.
Son: Ok, then I'll yell about it.
Me: How about you play with your toys right next to you while I just brush my teeth and comb my hair.
Son: No deal. I get the drawers, or you get nothing.
Ok: We'll compromise. I'll get ready, and you destroy my bathroom. Deal?
Son: Deal.
We have similar conversations about cupboards, plants, shoes, and stairs about every other minute. Who's running the show here anyhow?
4 comments:
Just so you know this is Rebekah, not my mother, Rebekah.
Hyrum is SO cute. That comprimising thing is very cute.
I love it. You are so right.
I hear ya! I added you to my blog list, if thats ok?!
You totally captured it perfectly. I know exactly what you mean. Those kids just have us under their little thumbs, huh.
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