It was early one morn when Mark had opened the door to let the kids jump on me/wake me up. Eventually they left the room but Mark came in and laid down with me for a few. It was nice to hear the kids just playing together without us..... until the inevitable happened and we heard the squabbling start. Then we hear Henry yell "Jane NO! GO! Go and do the things the Lord commands!"
(Recently, by listening to this year's primary CD in the car, Henry has learned Nephi's Courage and obviously loves it).
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A few weeks ago I had both kids with me at the mall. Henry and Jane were hungry so I started divvying out the snacks. Henry obtained possession of the communal ziplock bag of goldfish crackers. So I asked him if I could have a few to give to Jane. He was REALLY not in the mood to share and became extremely possessive. But really those gf were not his to not share. So I put my hand in the bag and grabbed a few and gave them to Jane - and she ate them. Down the gullet to the belly - gone. Well this shot him into a furious rage. Like a serious psycho rage. He began hitting me, trying to hit Jane, calling me "bad mommy" over and over. Yah! Fun! After leaving the store and giving him as best a time out as I could at the mall, then going straight home and giving him a better time out, then eventually letting him calm down, he was finally ready to talk about it. As I was rocking with him in the chair he said "I think Jane needs surgery." I was confused thinking he was being mean wanting her to go through pain or something. Then it clicked. After a good hour, he STILL really wanted those goldfish back that Jane ate and (because we've had this conversation before) he knew there was NO way he could get them out of her body. Surgery was the next logical step in his mind.
Jane continued to digest the goldfish and did not go undergo any medical procedures.
He is a smart one.
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