As I was helping Alina into bed for the second time tonight, I noticed that the wooden toy animal that had accompanied her to bed the first time was nowhere to be seen.
ME: Alina, where is your donkey?
ALINA: Him was mean.
ME: (Looking around) Did you throw him on the floor? (This is the fate that often befalls toys that are deemed "mean.")
ALINA: No, me put him in ma oven.
This does not bode well. At what age can one start conflict management classes?
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I'm laughing...audibly! I don't like LOL! ;)
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