Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Sunday night we had some friends over. While the grown-ups were enjoying their homemade strawberry shortcake in the kitchen a fight ensued between Addie and her younger brother. All I know was that Adam handed me her and in a very angry voice told me to look at Jed's hand. There were bite marks. A quick trip up to bed followed. Lots of tears for an hour while our guests continued to play. Upon their departure, I went into her room. I asked her "Do you bite your friends at school?" She replied, "No." Then I said, "Well, you know then that you can't bite your friends at home." She paused and said, "But sometimes it is easier to be nice to my friends who live in different houses than it is to be nice to my friends who live in my house." I swear I am raising a Johannine theologian. So true, my dear girl, so true. She then implored me to sing "Jesus tender" and she cried herself to sleep.