A conversation with my three year old.
Mommy: Bubby, no more wrestling with your brother! (Said with a stern voice and a pop on the hiney.)
Bubby: That's it! I quit this Nomad Family Game. I'm not playing any more. I'm going to my room. And babysitting myself. And playing by. my.self! (Said with an equally stern, frustrated voice.)
Mommy: Sorry, you don't get to quit the Nomad Family Game. (Under her breath says, I feel your pain Bub. Even you they make you crazy you don't get to quit the Nomads.)
2 hours later. . .
Mommy: Bubby, do you still want to quit the family?
Mommy: Do you still want to quit the family?
Bubby: No, I don't want to.
Mommy: Why not?
Bubby: I don't like to quit. Then I'd be sad, like when I get in trouble.
Mommy: I'm glad you changed your mind. I love you Bubby.
Bubby: Thank you.
That Bubby, he's so cute.