Well I figured it out, thanks to a very mouthy week on Chloe's part. I shed one tear yesterday thinking about how my 5 year old was acting like a 16 year old Queen Bee. So that's my pet peeve: A Bad attitude, and an unbridled tongue.
So that is my goal: to raise polite and respectful children.
And to do this, I know I need to be calm and consistent. Which is a challenge for me.
But I have to.
Yesterday Chloe told me that my meatballs looked like poop. And then she stuck out her tongue about a billion times and refused to eat them.
It was a really great day.
1 comment:
i can't even remember what I told you was my pet peeve. I just think my children, in general, are my pet peeve
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