Last night after dinner, The Boy and Jane got into a fight. She ran into the kitchen to report that he had pushed her really hard. Now, I must admit that the time between dinner and bedtime isn’t my most… uh, rational period of the day. My patience becomes very limited.
So, I told her to push him back harder.
She was more than happy to oblige, and ran into their bedroom to retaliate. We overheard some scuffling and grunting, and then Jane ran back out to me to tattle, “Mom, The Boy kicked me really hard!!!”
Naturally, I told her to kick him back harder.
She ran back into their room and I heard The Boy shout at her, “STOP TELLING ON ME!! JESUS SAID THAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO TURN THE OTHER CHEEK!!!”