being mean

Gosh, I hope the innocent honesty phase never ends, although I know for certain it will. And soon, I'll bet.

The other morning as I was in the kitchen with my mom, The Babe and The Boy had a scuffle. They were in the family room, which is right next to the kitchen. There was some talk of "Noooooo!!!" and "Mine!" and a lot of back and forth squabbling.

And then The Boy was crying, holding his head and walking towards me.

I am, of course, a bit irritated, and I can feel myself rolling my eyes. Whatever, you two, you are going to need to learn how to work these things out. That's what I'm thinking. Gosh, if you come to me over every "It's mine" argument, I might go insane.

So, I pick up The Boy, and I ask him why he's crying. The Babe answers:

The Babe: I hit him in the face.

Me: (shocked) You hit him in the face??!!

The Babe: (again) I hit him in the face.

Me: (still shocked) Why? Why would you do that?

The Babe: Well, that sometimes happens when you're being mean.

Just like that. So matter of fact. Well, Mommy, if you're going to be mean, sometimes you have to hit someone in the face. I guess that's true.

The honesty phase is a lot of fun, LMAO.