Born to Argue

I've always said that Big Sissy would be a great lawyer. She's articulate, she's smart, and she loves to argue. She's good at it, actually. While we were in Branson our friends kept the kids one night while we went on a date. They started jumping on the bed, and Mr. Nathan told them he didn't think they were allowed to jump on beds.

"Mommy says it's OK, but only in hotels. Never at home," she replied.

Not sure if she was telling the truth (but knowing it sounds like something I probably would say), he tried another tactic. "I just don't want you to fall off and get hurt."

Big Sissy looked at him, looked at the king-sized bed (which seemed HUGE to us), and said, "I think this bed is far too wide for that to happen."

Shrugging, Mr. Nathan gave in. "You can't argue with logic," he conceded.

Now that Little Sissy is getting a little older, I think I have 2 lawyers in our midst. We had 2 incidents with her today. First we were having a discussion about something in the van and not seeing eye to eye. Finally in frustration she said, "Well, I said what I said and you should mean what I said." That just made me laugh and the tension was over.

Then tonight after singing the color song for about a million times while they were in bed (Orange, orange, orange, who is wearing orange today?....pink, pink, pink, who is wearing pink today?...), I finally told them it was time to stop singing and go to sleep. Little Sissy said, "Mommy, here are your choices. You sing the color song again or I'm dying or I'm not talking to you for 15 years." Whoa. This language skill that seems like such a gift to girls is their biggest downfall. I'm the first to admit it. We learn to manipulate early!!