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has culminated with me having to utter the unfortunate request:
"Are you guys playing, or are you in pain? If you are actually playing, and having fun, you need to make it sound a lot less like you are in pain, because I'm not sure how to respond."
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Wow, that was always my response when I babysat boys! They'd be screaming and kicking each other, but after I pulled them apart, they'd get all sad that I made them stop playing. Weird.
I'm laughing. My three sons are very close in age and life in our casa was crazy as they were always playing and fighting and it was hard to tell the difference between the two.
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Sounds fun to me ;)
as i'm sure you've already noticed, many dog owners have the same problem, at least until they've spent enough time observing their behavior. i can't tell you the number of times a dog has threatened or even attacked one of mine, and its owner said, 'aw he's just playing', while i narrowly prevent my dog from getting killed. the great thing is my boston terrier has very specific body language when he's having fun, and easily identifiable noises he makes.
funny you should mention boys' rambunctiousness, because i never could figure out when little girls on the playground were screaming from terror or from glee. sometimes i've come running out of my house into the street to find nothing more horrific occurring than your average bicycle race.