I’m up to no good in ways other than blogging today, but I’ll leave you with this small scene.
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One child was arguing with me about the most ridiculous topic imaginable. Truly, she had nothing to gain by arguing, and yet she continued. It’s in her blood, I suppose.
She insisted that her position was correct–in essence, she was arguing the “yes” side. After maybe three rounds of saying (essentially) “no” to her, I gave up and turned my attention to dinner.
She continued arguing on her own. What she didn’t count on was that I now seem to have a secret weapon. I have a small ally in the form of another child, one who has just learned the incredible power of the word “no.”
When I abandoned my position as the provider of “no,” this child stepped in and took my place! She supplied every “no” at the appropriate time! And glory be to the gods above, the elder child didn’t even seem to notice!
They wore each other out after a few minutes and wandered off to play with blocks, but my god, what new power I have! I can fight by proxy! I have a designated fighter!
