One of the boys fiddling with something breakable.
Julie: Stop fiddling with that. It’s going to break.
Boy continues fiddling.
Julie: I said stop. That’s going to break.
Fiddling continues.
Julie: Hello! Over there! STOP! It’s going to BREAK!
Other boy comes in and starts fiddling with breakable item. Julie takes breakable item away.
Julie: I was just explaining that you guys can’t play with this. It’s breakable.
Julie turns away, item is somehow recovered, and immediately broken. Boys look surprised and remorseful. Steam comes out of Julie’s ears and she starts screeching. Zuzu wanders into room with a capless Sharpie, which she is applying to her lips like lipstick.
i don’t know how to break this to you (no pun intended), but a variation on this same scenario still goes on in my house, perpetrated by my otherwise highly intelligent 13 year old.
Oh crap, really, Liz? Darn. Will there be a time, many, many years from now, when I am surprised to make it through the day without having to throw out a plate, a glass, an ornament, or (ironically) a dustpan? By then I suppose everything left in the house will be made of steel or 5-inch-thick wooden slabs.
Randomly insert:
“Do you want me to call Principal Kelly?”
“Do you want me to email Santa?”
and/or
“Do you want me to tell Grammy?”
and it’s the Syah household.
Solution:
One of the boys fiddling with something breakable.
Julie: Stop fiddling with that. It’s going to break. Julie takes breakable item away.
Zuzu wanders into room with a capless Sharpie, which she is applying to her lips like lipstick. (that part is too cute to take out)
Yeah, well, I left out the part about how I was knee-deep in doing something-or-other that I didn’t feel like putting down to remove the breakable item. I left that part out because it made me sound kind of lazy. 🙂
Oh my god. Me and my big dumb snarky mouth. Guess who walked in this morning with a cat face drawn on her face with a Sharpie just before we are leaving for gymnastics. So crazy…she has never done that. It should be an interesting day hearing what people have to say about that. Oh life you are so funny. Hardy har har.