Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Oh, the drama!

It's not even 10 a.m. and the first squabble of the day has required my mediation.

Large Fry complained that Medium Fry had "tricked" her by saying that the "Go, Diego, Go!" game cartridge was in her Leapster, when it wasn't. It was in Medium's.

It took several minutes of questioning and reminders that "I don't know" is not an acceptable answer (especially from Medium, who forgets nothing) before I got the whole truth and understood the chain of events.

Large had been surprised to find that the cartridge in her Leapster yesterday was not there this morning. That would be because I put both away last night. Medium found her Leapster in the living room, with the Diego cartridge in it, but told Large that the Diego cartridge must be in her Leapster.

"Give me your Leapster," I said to Medium. She handed it over, and I tossed the cartridge to Large. I gave Medium a stern look. "You're grounded from your Leapster today."

Large scampered off, and Medium burst into tears. "Now I'll never be able to play my Leapster again!"

"No, you just can't play it today."

"Then tomowrrow I'm gonna put water in it and ruin it and I don't want you to buy me another one, ever!"

That got a threat of severe punishment.  That's what had killed her last Leapster.

"Then I'm gwounded fowrevewr!"

"No, just for today."

"Now I'm wreally mad!"

"Why are you mad?"

"Because you won't say I'm gwounded fowrevewr!"

"Because you're not. You're grounded today."

"But I want to be gwounded fowrevewr! I'm going to my wroom!"

I think she may have a career in the theater.

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If you are rude, spiteful, or just plain mean, there will be a $10 charge just for putting up with you.

Please be nice.