I was up at 4 this morning to work on auditing (yay rah!), and by early afternoon I was sporting quite a headache and not a lot of patience with arguing--no matter who's doing the arguing! I was working on tomorrow's lessons for school, when Carli's Ken dolls began arguing over who was going to marry. "I'm going to marry her." "No, I am going to marry her." "No, I am going to marry her!"
You get the drift, and even though she was a room and a half away, I just couldn't take it any more. So in a classic move that MckMama would call "armchair parenting," I called out to Carli, "PLEASE, stop arguing!" The response? "I'm not arguing--The boy Barbies are arguing." Me--"Please have the Barbies stop arguing and talk politely."
Ever obedient (*smirk*), this is what I heard next: "Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Please stop arguing over who is going to marry me!"
I about fell off my chair laughing, and I'm laughing now!