Last night, I’m putting O to bed and he’s dragging it out as usual. As I’m tucking him in for the 6th time, he starts to tell a rather involved story about school that day. His little brow furrowed, he was clearly upset.
B: What happened?
O: (Kid at School) pushed me off my bike…
O: And I said “NO THANK YOU! NO PUSH ME OFF MY BIKE!”
B: Good for standing up for yourself! Why did he do that?
O: He wanted to be Baba and I said NO I want to be BABA!
B: (Surprised) Oh! Well maybe there’s room for TWO Babas? Next time maybe you can BOTH be a Baba?
O: Yes! Then we not fight! We can both be Babas!
O: (Grinning) and then I push HIM off his bike!