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Arguing

July 6, 2004

I am so sick and tired of arguing with my seven year old. Yesterday, he tried to argue with me about what day of the week it was. Today, he woke up when Cole and I were taking a box of Legos out of his room. He came running out into the living room and asked what we had put in his room. "We didn't put anything IN your room, we took the Legos OUT."

"There weren't any Legos in my room! You put something in there!"

"Monk, we JUST walked out of the room with a box of Legos."

He's still standing here arguing with me. INSISTING that there's no way that I took the Lego's out of his room, and that I'm lying, and that he's never going to speak to me again because I lied. Meanwhile, Coley's playing quietly with the Legos and i have lost all desire to write anything.

What a lovely fucking morning.

Posted at July 6, 2004 7:50 AM

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i know the feeling.

"no, i took one of the small vitamins and two of the big yesterday"

no sweetie, i gave you two small ones and one big one. "no" etc., until he comes close to crying. because. he's. right. and the fact that this doesn't matter doesn't matter.

i'm not quite sure whether it's a 7 year old thing or a man thing. *sigh*

Posted by: five blue at July 6, 2004 8:02 AM

Oh, maude! Tell me they aren't coming down with "male answer syndrome" already. they're so YOUNG! They can't possibly have already developed the need to have an answer for everything!

Help us! please!

Later in the day, he tried to convince me that I LIKE burned bagels.

ACK!!! It's only a matter of time before he's shoving food in my face, insisting that i try it because he KNOWS I'll like it.

Posted by: drublood at July 6, 2004 10:57 PM

lol. if you figure out how to deal with it, let me know! sometimes i get angry because he won't agree to drop it (and obviously i *know* i'm right!!) but really, it doesn't matter who's right and wrong when it's something trivial. and still i want him to quit it (because i'm right, remember?). it's quite something to teach a child to "drop it" when i myself would actually prefer it if he just admitted that i was right! (in the end, i try to make him think of something else - i'm not going to have a crying party over who did what when how about something that won't change the face of the world... sigh)

Posted by: five blue at July 7, 2004 8:40 AM

i sympathize with your frustration [i have never heard of "male answer syndrome" but i laughed reading that, it sure rings true], but i would advise not to worry too much unless he starts talking about eliminating social services and giving tax breaks to the wealthy.

Posted by: r@d@r at July 7, 2004 12:00 PM

Okay, dru. Some time has passed. Tempers have cooled and the 7-year old isn't reading this. So what did you put in his room?

Posted by: j. brotherlove at July 7, 2004 12:19 PM

oh, sheesh, j! he SWEARS I put 5 dollars in his bank. I should have just told him he was right, then I would have been a hero instead of a liar!

Posted by: drublood at July 7, 2004 1:07 PM

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