I was outside washing our sliding glass door when a chorus of screams and shouts summoned me inside. I ran, expecting God only knows what, and found a Bean with a petulant look, standing beside what had been her sister’s plate of cake. It lay upside down, broken, on the ground.
Our little Legume is trying out flinging things off tables when things don’t go her way, for example when she doesn’t get another piece of cake. We didn’t allow this when she is a baby so there is no way it is going to fly now that she is “fwee”. I promptly sent her to her room, cleaned up the mess with the big kids then went back to finish wiping off the glass door.
Christopher was soon tapping on the already clean side.
I told him to keep his hands off it then asked what he needed.
“May Eden get up? She says she needs to go potty.”
“Actually, she said, ‘It is wrong to say, shut your pie hole.’” Lydia interposed.
I thought for a moment – there was so much to consider – before deciding to let her cool her heels.
After a couple more minutes I went to her. She asked me to forgive her and I did, then she prayed and asked God to forgive her and he did, then I held her for a while as she cried and mourned her favorite little Thomas Train plate, which was the one she broke.