Today I am guest posting over at boydads.com. Below is an excerpt. Thanks for stopping by. I hope all of you are well as we approach Thanksgiving!
The evening was coming to an end and so were my wits. My oldest was crying in her room. As I went to see what was wrong, my son scurries out of the room avoiding eye contact with me, leaping into bed with guilt dragging behind him. I ask her what he did and in between gasps of air she belts out, “He’s exasperating me!” I ask her how he’s exasperating her and she proceeds to explain he sold her a pen for a dollar and now wants another dollar after she had already given him the money.
I call him into the room.
He peers ever so slowly from around the corner. His head is down. Our eyes barely meet.
He tells me this is true of what happened.
He’s hardly remorseful and more concerned that he didn’t get more than what he sold it to his sister for.
The words, “You need to give your sister back the money she paid for the pen…and she’s keeping the pen too,” rolled off of my tongue.
You would have thought I took all of his toys and burned them with the look I received from him.