Earlier this week, while watching the kids on the swingset, I overheard the
following exchange:
Tyson: Hayes, can you push me?
Isla: Tyson! You don't want ME to push you?
Tyson: No, I want Hayes.
Isla: You like Hayes better than me?
Tyson: I like you both. I just want him to push me.
Isla: But do you like Hayes the most?
Tyson: (dismissive) Yeah.
Isla: (incredulous) WHAT?!
Tyson: (backpedaling) I like Hayes the most AND I like you the most.
Isla: (snarky) That's what I thought.
The way they push each other's buttons is astounding - and does not bode well for my future sanity. A few months ago, Isla came into the kitchen in tears. I asked what was wrong, and, with a quivering lip she said, "Tyson told me I am out of the family."
He was TWO.
Oh well, at least - before bed last night - I got this...
Isla: Momma, I am going to love you forever.
following exchange:
Tyson: Hayes, can you push me?
Isla: Tyson! You don't want ME to push you?
Tyson: No, I want Hayes.
Isla: You like Hayes better than me?
Tyson: I like you both. I just want him to push me.
Isla: But do you like Hayes the most?
Tyson: (dismissive) Yeah.
Isla: (incredulous) WHAT?!
Tyson: (backpedaling) I like Hayes the most AND I like you the most.
Isla: (snarky) That's what I thought.
The way they push each other's buttons is astounding - and does not bode well for my future sanity. A few months ago, Isla came into the kitchen in tears. I asked what was wrong, and, with a quivering lip she said, "Tyson told me I am out of the family."
He was TWO.Oh well, at least - before bed last night - I got this...
Isla: Momma, I am going to love you forever.
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