After a particularly bad altercation between The Banana and Complicated Boy, I had them write notes of apology to each other.
Annie starts off by naming the parties involved. Here she is:
And here is her brother:
Here is her heartfelt apology:
I mean, REALLY REALLY REALLY Heartfelt apology:
Don't ever doubt The Banana's Sincerity:
And what does CBoy reply with? In typical male fashion....
Because nothing says "I'm sorry" like a partial band aid taped to a sheet of paper.
But I am glad that SOME PROOF exists that the two of them are related. I was there for the whole birth thing, and even so, sometimes I wonder....
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That is something my younger brother would have done. Seriously. He was just like CBoy.
I want your children for the summer so they can run the "Forgiveness" classes we seem to need around here....
Send them to:
DFW in care of Bj In Dallas.
Btw Sheila, Racie and I, we'll take care of them and no one will teach them to smoke.
Wait... Are you sure that's not just a copy of the Treaty of Ghent?
That sounds so familiar.
LOL. It looks like he has some of Mom's creativity already!
Your right, nothing says I love you like a bloody band aid. :)
I think it's incredibly sweet they write apology notes, they are forever and when they turn to teenagers and really start to dislike the other...you can pull those out as proof that there is love in there somewhere!!
I've made a mental note to have my kids do this after one of their many altercations (that is when Bug is old enough to do more then scribble!)
What creative children you have! :) I love it!
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Aw you should keep those notes in a box forever (or at least until the teenage years when you can embarrass them!)
I think this singular post can answer so many of life's problems. Pretty much sums up the Mars and Venus thing.
That's too stinking cute!
Hugs -Tiff
That's how Jeff asked me to marry him.
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so he's disputing his brotherlyness? My sister used to stomp her feet a screech "YOU ARE NOT MY SISTER ANYMORE" and then fall down flat on her face and kick her feet while we laughed. And by "used to" I mean "Last weekend"
hee hee hee - was the bandaid part of the 'spoils of war' - many hugs le xox
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