I remember from growing up how normal this is.
But it still drives.me.nuts.
I try and deal with the typical bickering, but degrading words? I will not stand for it.
The other morning Riley was picking on Rhianna. And I finally had it.
We had a long talk. Probably according to the child-raising 'experts', too long of a chat for a nine year old.
But I was mad.
Oh, was I mad.
Shortly after the sermon, I went downstairs to look at my 'to do' list.
This is what I found written off to the side:
"Hi Mom I am glad we had that chat I will try to be nice to Rhianna." Your Son, ~Riley~
I think he got it.
Maybe there is hope.