The girls have begun a new level of fighting. They are using their words. Name calling is not something I condone. It’s mean. There are more appropriate ways to deal with anger and frustration. I don’t want them to go to school and call the other kids names. It’s just not nice. I’m firm on my belief. No name calling.
There is just one problem. I’m having a hard time not laughing. When I hear Sammy yell at the top of her head,
“”You’re a baby!” followed by,
“I no baby! Penny baby! I Ella!”
I have to smile. It’s funny.
Then, when it’s accompanied by huffing and puffing and arm crossing and feet stomping, it’s just hilarious. They’re like mini-divas. It usually ends with a door slamming and I can barely control myself. Four and two and already slamming doors. Fourteen and twelve isn’t going to be pretty. I hope baby is the worst insult I hear them fling at each other.