Yesterday I had Hannah weeping – weeping! – in a huddled heap in the living room. You might think, “Poor little Hannah! What could have happened to her that she’d spend her time weeping in a heap?”
Naomi’s turn cleaning the toilet was too long. CLEANING THE TOILET. Hannah wanted her turn.
I could NOT believe that I was having to mediate this argument. What does one say to that? “Don’t worry, Hannah, there will be a lot more times that the toilet will need to be cleaned and you can do ALL OF THEM.” Or perhaps, “Don’t worry, Hannah, I don’t mind if the toilet is rescrubbed after being scrubbed once.”
It turned out that all I needed to do to relieve her meltdown was to show her how to clean the whole bathroom.
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