My kids were fighting over who will get a new Skylanders video game if I decide to get it for them. I have no plans to go shopping, so the fight was not only annoying; it was pointless.
“The more you fight about it, the less likely you’ll get it.”
That led to additional squabbling as one tried to silence the other two, who couldn’t stop their arguing. The first stomped off, plugging his ears, certain they had doomed themselves to a life without Skylanders Swap Force.
In the meantime, the other two came to a peace agreement. A shared toy.
I still have no plans to go shopping.
“Can we talk about it now?” they asked.
“You can talk about anything, as long as you don’t fight.”
My ten-year-old son’s eyes lit up, “Even hot girls in bikinis?”