I realized last week that I’ve been having the same argument for the last twenty years. I have three younger sisters, and you’d think we were all here, reliving our Barbie-and-clean-up-time-induced blow outs. Seems like every other sentence out of my mouth could be a direct quote from our childhood.
Stop that.
Don’t touch that.
Stop, you’ll break it.
Don’t touch it.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Please don’t do that.
Ouch—you’re hurting me.
Stop—you’re stepping on me.
Please don’t mess with that.
Leave it alone.
Leave me alone!
I imagine that by the time Hayden’s old enough to not need these constant injunctions, he’ll be giving them (and receiving them) from his siblings.
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6 responses to “The argument I’ll be having for the rest of my life”
Based on my expert opinion since I have 5 children and have two sisters, it seems that you have a normal life. Family arguments, disagreements, and yellfest are great training grounds for the the jungle we call American Culture.
Did you bug my house last week?
@Sarah—I’m not at liberty to say 😉 .
Boy, those phrases sure sound familiar.
Oooh, do I feel your pain LOL My oldest is 11, but I was having those conversations when my youngest siblings were younger too (they’re 13 & 14 years younger than me). And the same conversations can be inserted beside each name, even with the youngest now LOL
Sounds pretty normal to me too. Sometimes the old ways of arguing with siblings never really die or change approaches as we get older. 😉