"Mom! She's blinking at me!"
And it seems they were listening. Lately, my house is full of information.
"MOM! She's poking me!"
"MOM! She took the doll I was playing with!"
"MOM! She's playing with the door again!"
"MOM! She's sitting on the book I want to read!"
"MOM! She won't let me sit on the bed with her!"
"MOM! She's LOOKING AT ME!"
The crowning jewel came Saturday at my mom's house. After telling them both repeatedly that they were not allowed upstairs, I realized that they'd snuck up there without permission again. I stomped up the stairs and before I even lay eyes on them yelled out, "You aren't supposed to be up here and you know it!"
When I entered the room in which they'd holed up, Peanut looked at me, eyes filled with guilt, and said earnestly, "MOM! Loaf is upstairs."
"You're upstairs," I answered back matter of factly.
Without missing a beat Loaf declared, "Mom, Peanut upstairs first."
Oh. My. GAWD.
Today, I actually told them, "unless someone is bleeding, I don't want to hear it," which goes completely and utterly against my previous you-can-tell-me-anything stance.
Then, about ten minutes after I talked with them about tattling, Loaf tattled on Peanut. Peanut's response? "MOM! Loaf is telling on me."
I used to read about tattling and wonder why it got so much ink in parenting books and blogs. It seemed like a pretty insignificant problem in the world of parenting. BOY WAS I WRONG. It is a huge deal. Enormous. It is the size deal that drives parents slowly insane and makes them long for the days when they did not have to deal with such petty, ridiculous crap.
Seriously, what am I supposed to do with this? Do you have any ideas? Come on, you can tell me. So long as your suggestion doesn't start with a whiny "MOM!" I'm open.