Dear Hagen,
Here's a tip from me to you: If you're crawling through the living room, minding your own business, and you hear your sister yell, "HERE, HAGEN!!!" you might want to go into some kind of duck-and-cover posture, because there's a distinct possibility she's about to rocket a big metal dump truck into your face.
We tried to explain to Laney that when you hurt someone - even if it's by accident - the right thing to do is say you're sorry and be sure he's okay. She wasn't buying this. She finally whispered, "Sorry Hagen," but only after we'd taken away her toys and sent her to her room to think about what she'd done and instructed her to only come out when she was ready to apologize. The process of getting ready to admit guilt took her over an hour. If you decide when you grow up that you're going to rob a string of banks, please take your sister with you. Even if you're caught on camera at every location, she'll still be able to convincingly look at the arresting officer like she doesn't know what the hell he's talking about.
Love,
Mom
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