We’re in full blown Christmas decorating mode around here.
Conner was helping me trim the tree when he dropped the ornament he was holding into a box of other ornaments and it broke. (He’s kind of ham-handed, my Conner…) I asked him to be careful and to clean up the glass.
I noticed after a while that he was sitting and watching me, but wasn’t helping.
Me: “Aren’t you going to help me finish with the tree?”
Conner: “You told me you didn’t want me to help you anymore.”
Me: “I didn’t say that.”
Conner: “Yes you did! You said you didn’t want my help if I was going to break things!”
oy.
Oops. Sounds like something I’d say to one of my fellows–and oh, my, I need to think about the message I’m sending!
Hope your days are filled with lots of joy and only a little bit of broken glass. 🙂
oh, we never know what their little hearts are going to hear…
I guess he thought he couldn’t HELP but break something else.
He never outgrew the “literal” stage, huh? 🙂
Poor Connor! Bless his heart. I break things daily. Emma, I’m almost positive, will be like me. =(
Self awareness is the first step.