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The Hard Choice

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Sadie has had some tough choices to make lately. Today she came home from school hungry and announced to her father that she was "absolutely starving" and she needed either bacon or ice cream. That's my girl.

But the choices have been even tougher. This afternoon (I was at a PT appt. with Ellyn and Sawyer. Mike was taking a practice GRE) Mike told Sadie that she could either help Jane straighten the kitchen or he could break her elbow (he really wouldn't break her elbow, just like I won't rip her arms off and beat her with them although I say it several times a week- Yes, it occurs to me we should probably tone down our threats). She couldn't decide which she would prefer, that is a child that hates a chore.

My favorite has to be Sunday. Mike helped Sadie take off her Sunday shoes and then teasingly dropped it on her head, not thinking about that hard heel on girls Sunday shoes. Sadie was in tears. Mike was teasing her to get her to stop and telling her it really didn't hurt. I suggested that maybe he should sit down on the floor and let Sadie drop the shoe on his head, that it actually probably did hurt. Mike immediately began to bribe Sadie with hot chocolate.
"Hot chocolate Sadie, if you don't drop it on my head." Sadie stood silent then turned to me and burst into tears. I was a bit alarmed and asked her what was wrong, she seemed so pained. She looked up at me with tears swimming in those big blue eyes and sobbed, "I can't decide which I should do, I want to do both." I was laughing until I cried. That kid makes life fun.

Other noteworthy events- Jane made high honor roll and attended the Honor Roll breakfast with her dad this morning. Sadie and I made a gingerbread man, actually woman, last night for her school project. Her name is Baby Blue and Sadie adores her. More on Sawyer and Ellyn later because they are going to get a whole blog to themselves tomorrow most likely.

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Lisa said…
I have not tried the "ripping your arms off and beating you with them". That is an innovative approach that must soon be tried. I think my kids would think it funny.
December 11, 2008 at 2:56 PM
Brooke said…
Mine do. We grew up with my aunt saying it to us. I'm pretty fond of the phrase.
December 11, 2008 at 6:46 PM
Tracey said…
I love the stories, I just kept cracking up and totally annoying Tom who would say "what, what's so funny?" Thanks for sharing- I can't wait to threaten Hayden with the ripping arms off thing, it's great!
December 15, 2008 at 5:42 AM
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