The Ozmerican Life

So it's a routine happening that Jentzen comes running to me crying...and trying to figure out what really happened can be a challenge.

Usually it's because he tripped over his pants that are falling of his bottomless backside, he was running too fast around a corner on the wood floor and took a header into something...or like today he got off from spinning himself around in daddy's office chair, went staggering across the room sideways and straight into the wall. Sometimes because something is stuck somewhere that he's trying to play with or he can't do exactly what he wants with a certain toy, he gets rather frustrated.

But this one particular day he came running in crying. As always, "Jentzen did you fall down?"

"No!! Quaid!!!

" Did Quaid hurt you?"

"Yeeeeaaaahhh" (as he always turns this word into 2 if not 3 syllables)

I then call Quaid into the room, he comes in looking rather guilty.

Me: "Did you hurt Jentzen?"

Quaid: "He tripped and fell down."

Me: "Did he really Quaid? Don't lie to me." (we've been working on this, who knew kids naturally lie when they think they're in trouble:)

Quaid: "He tripped over my foot."

Me: "Quaid, don't lie to me."

Quaid: "Well, I bumped him by accident and he tripped over me."

Ava: (hearing this conversation from the next room, comes running in shouting) "Mom Quaid took Jentzen's toy and shoved him over and he fell on the ground and hit his head."

Me: (with a glaring look from me to Quaid) "Quaid did you shove Jentzen over?"

Quaid: (with a dropped face, avoiding eye contact) "Yeah" (in a quiet whisper)

As much as sometimes I wish Ava would just let me be the mom....it is nice to be able to always get the true story, because she ALWAYS knows what's going on with everyone and everything!!

Poor Quaid ratted out by his little sister again!!!