My boys won't stop fighting. Actually, only one of them won't stop fighting, the other one won't start. And I'm pretty upset about it. Though probably not for the reason you think.
Ronan likes to hit Declan. So does Declan hit Ronan back, sucker-punch him in the jaw, kick him in the kneecap? No. Declan cries. Not cry in pain, but cry out, as in, "Ronan hit me!"
Needless to say, Ronan finds this hysterical.
I know I should be happy that Declan is such a good kid--he's the least likely of all the kids in the house under 6 to hit or kick or punch or pinch--but frankly, I think he needs to toughen up a bit. I heard the following exchange from their room one morning:
Ronan hits Declan. Declan cries.
Declan: "You are mean!"
Ronan: "I not mean!"
"Yes you are!"
"No I not!"
Et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum... Not once did Declan raise his hand in defense. Or offense.
I was at my wit's end the other day, after a long car ride to Baltimore with the boys sitting far too close together. We've tried every sort of reproach with Ronan and nothing seems to work. But there's not much you can do in a moving car when the boys are strapped in right next to each other. This resulted in the following exchange:
"Ronan hit me!"
"So hit him back." Swat.
"Ronan hit me in the face!"
"So hit him in the face." Swat.
Unfortunately, Declan didn't really have the heart to continue, and Ronan found Declan's feeble attempts at revenge even funnier than his whining.
I don't really want to encourage the boys to hit each other, so now I've come up with a new approach. When Declan whines that Ronan hit him, I tell him, "You and Ronan need to work it out."
Declan's the smart kid. Hopefully he can figure it out. Because I certainly can't. Anyone have any better ideas?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
And in This Corner, Weighing in at 28 Pounds...
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