The other day I was cleaning up the kitchen while the boys ran back and forth through the apartment playing some sort of war game. I noticed a large bruise on Isaiah’s arm and asked how he got it.
Isaiah: “Aaron bit me yesterday when we were climbing down the mountain.” (They went hiking with daddy on King’s Mountain)
Me: “That’s a huge bruise! Aaron! Why did you bite him?”
Aaron: “Isaiah! I told you not to say anything to daddy!”
Isaiah: “Well…what did you expect me to do Aaron?!?!?! It hurt.”
Aaron: “You should have just shut your mouth and cried through your eyes!”
Me: “Hahahahahahahahahah….oh, wait a second, that’s not funny. Aaron! Don’t talk to him like that. That’s an awful thing to say.”
I don’t know where this boy comes up with this stuff. I guess he’ll be just fine when he gets to kindergarten next month. No one will boss him around!