Last night's car ride home featured this gem, which included a great deal of sibling bickering, wailing from 7yo because I wasn't listening to her, and my personal favorite, 7yo being really mad at me for interrupting one of her soliloquys when I was talking myself through a really confusing construction zone, trying to figure out where I needed to be.
7yo: MOM! I was talking and you rudely interrupted. (Yes, we have been discussing that interrupting is rude.)
Me: Honey, I apologize for interrupting. We're in a dangerous construction zone that's not well marked, and I'm trying to figure out where we need to be. So until we are in a safe place, I need you to be quiet so I can concentrate.
7yo: Well, if you're talking, it's not quiet.
Me: Sometimes talking to myself helps me concentrate.
7yo: It's boring not to talk.
Me: Would you rather be bored or in a car accident because you've distracted me from seeing where we're supposed to be? (picture cars zooming past you, then cutting you off because they've realized that their lane no longer exists)
7yo: Fine. I'll be quiet. But only because I don't want to be in a car accident.
(Pause for 30 seconds)
7yo: Ramble, ramble, ramble.
Me: You've been talking nonstop since we left for church. Since we're almost home, do you think you could rest your mouth and be quiet for a while?
7yo: But I'm not done talking yet.
Me: Mommy's really tired and her ears hurt. Please can we have just a little bit of quiet?
7yo: Fine. (Turns and makes sotto voce comment to her sister)
10yo: Stop picking on me!
Me to 7yo: What did you say to her? Can't you be nice to your sister?
7yo: I'm not going to answer you, because you said that I need to rest my mouth.
And this is the moment when I nearly lost it, having to try not to laugh, and maneuver through traffic, AND keep her sister from laughing all at the same time. Because, of course, that sweet little girl managed to only be quiet for 30 seconds before launching into ANOTHER long tale, and it took the threat of no frozen yogurt to finally get her to be quiet.
2 comments:
Adorable, Danica. Believe it or not, you'll remember those stories forever and treasure them... they grow up you know, and unfortunately sometimes at that age, they do rest their mouth :) Blessings to you and yours.
Thanks Donnell. I think that's why I like blogging about them. I want to be able to remember them and have them to look back on. It's so easy to forget these precious times, especially in the midst of wanting to throttle them. :)
Blessings to you too!
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