The car must be where the goofiness of my kids comes out. This morning on the way to work I hear them bickering in the back seat. Nothing unusual. I hear “No I will not” …..”Yes you will”….”I said no!”…. “But I say please” etc. The volume is getting louder and louder, I know it is my time to break this little quarrel up. At this point I still have yet to know what this fight is about; I am assuming it is a toy of some sort. If I was a betting woman I would put my money on the Blue DSi in the back. Not the Pink “Regular DS” That pretty much does the same thing… But the blue one. Teague thinks that he is the rightful holder of the blue one since he is a boy and that the pink is Tybee’s. In all actuality they both are Miss Tybee’s. Before you all start thinking poor guy, his sister has two and he doesn’t have any.. He has a toddler learning version of the DS but it is not good enough!
I finally break up the squabble in rear with my simple question “What are we arguing about back there as I stare them down in the rear view mirror. Intimidation is not my thing, so I do the best I can with my stare down. ;) Tybee breaks the concentration with this comment “Teague says he wants to marry me. I am not marrying him!” I try so hard not to laugh or even crack a smile. I look over at Teague. He innocently says “Me ask her please.” Now let me just give you the visual of what he looked like… (o my goodness it will melt your heart) Teague is looking over at Tybee on his right with his Big Blue eyes and his hands in the praying position, begging and pleading for her to marry him. I don’t even know where he came up with this! It starts again.
Teague: “I’m going to marry you Tybee.”
Tybee: “No way Teague”
Teague: “Please Tybee I lobe (love) you”
Tybee: “I love you too but I am not marrying you.”
Teague: (looks at me very confidently) “I’m marrying Tybee”
Tybee: “Well are you buying me a big diamond?” - At this point, I am dying with laughter trying to keep it in!
Tybee: “It costs a lot of money”
Teague: “My moneys goes to Disney world.”
(They’ve been saving all their money to go to Disney world. Teaching them about saving.)
Tybee: “To bad then Sucka” – What?!?!!?
I then chime in. Bickering is one thing… name calling is a whole other. “That’s not nice Tybee. You should try to be more sensitive to his feelings.” I then direct my attention to Teague “Teague I’ll marry you.”
Teague: “Mom you’re Poopy.”
Rejected by a 3 year old… Does wonders for your self esteem… I had some names of my own to call him at that point (obviously I’m kidding), but felt Tybee’s pain. I couldn’t help but laugh.
With all this, I have to wonder why it isn’t illegal to talk in the car to your children. It’s much more distracting that a cell phone! ;)