Couple weeks ago I put a spare twin bed in the playroom, with a pretty canopy draping over it, making a nice quiet reading corner out of it. Dcb came out to tell me he had accidentally ripped the canopy off the ceiling. He is a very physical rough kid but I didn't get angry. I just took a look at it, put it away(he also tore down a slat it was screwed into)and said I'd deal with it later.
The dcks all just looked at me and said 'wow, we thought you'd be really mad.' I simply said 'we always need to be respectful and careful of other people's things but it's just stuff.'
Maybe I'm mellowing out in my old age, see this as a good way to rid myself of stuff, or have come to realize what's important in life, as opposed to stuff.
The dcks all just looked at me and said 'wow, we thought you'd be really mad.' I simply said 'we always need to be respectful and careful of other people's things but it's just stuff.'
Maybe I'm mellowing out in my old age, see this as a good way to rid myself of stuff, or have come to realize what's important in life, as opposed to stuff.
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