We went to Bear World last week. There were these cubs just going at each other. One cub was innocently hanging out, when the other cub decided to attack. It was a brutal brawl. Then, they hugged and made up.
I have my own cubs, otherwise know as Dani (7) and Evie (5). OK, calling them cubs may be a stretch, but I didn’t have a picture of squawking chickens!
They don’t normally wrestle, but they have started going at each other, over the silliest things. And, they are not so good at reconciling. Yesterday morning’s incomprehensible injustice?
In my exasperated desperation I attempted a new strategy. It was cruel. I made them stay in their room (together!) until they made up, and encouraged them to clean up while they were there. Hee hee.
I heard numerous shouts from Evie, “You are so mean!”
Then there was a well though out speech from Dani “You’re just teaching me to send my children to their room for no good reason. I’m going to do that and it will be your fault.”
It took a good thirty minutes of tears, but someone finally broke. Evie asked if she could make a present for Dani, out of tin foil. And then, they were best friends, at least for an hour.
Then, “Move away! You’re sitting too close!”