It sounds a lot worse than it really was. Tonight as I was tucking Aubrey and Emma into bed, Emma had a small basketball she was carrying around as if it was a baby. While I was reading “Pinkalicious” and trying to be a very sweet Mommy, Emma chunked the ball at her sister’s head.
“EMMA! Stop it. If you throw the ball again I will take it away.”
“I didn’t do it Momma, it did it all by it-sef. Mm-hmm, yeah. It did.”
With a completely serious face I picked the ball up looked it straight in its, um, face (?) and talked to it, “You listen to me, Ball. If you can’t behave you will not sleep in Emma’s bed! Do you understand?”
“Him under-dan, Momma.”
The ball slipped from my hand as I tried to put it back in Emma’s bed and before I could bend over to pick it up, Aubrey lunged of her bed and picked it up with her teeth.
“Aubrey! Stop it! We don’t bite balls! Ever-” I couldn’t even finish reprimanding her, much less reading “Pinkalicious” without laughing hysterically. Aubrey and Emma laughed with me…hopefully because I was laughing and not because they understood what I had said…
I don’t even HAVE a boy. How do I end up talking about this stuff all the time???