Yesterday at breakfast Cole and I were having the same fight over food. He doesn't want to eat it and I seem to think he needs to. He has been doing better but it is always a struggle. I tell him he can't play with his "tape duck" (a little rubber duck that is suppose to be a mummy. He got it for Halloween last year) until he eats 10 cheerios and the bacon he ordered. I leave the kitchen for a minute. Then I hear this conversation:
Sage: (in a very authoritative voice) "Cole, you can't play with your toys until you eat your food!"
Cole: (in a very angry elevated voice seeping with hate for being ratted out) "SAGE YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!"
Sage: EAT YOUR FOOD!
Cole: YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!
I am in the back room laughing my head off. I know I should go in there before it gets to elevated and out of control but it sounded like Sage was handeling things just fine.
Kids are kids. You gotta love them and may be in situations that you are embarassed by them. They are who they are and I won't apolagize for my children being children.
That is adorable!
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