
Two of Dylan's most recent conversations:
In the car:
D: Mom, something is poking my penis
Me: What?
D:Yeah it hurts
Me: OK well, when I pull over I can check it out.
D:No I can do it myself
Me: OK
pause for a moment
D: Yeah, it definitely hurts
We park the car he jumps out of his car seat to check "it" out.
D: Oh, it was just a pokey needle
Me: A what?
D: A pokey needle from a tree
Me: Oh a pine needle? Did it get taken care of?
D: Yeah it's all better
Makayla comes into to me, "Mom Dylan hit me 5 times!"
Me: Dylan, did you hit your sister? (we are in 2 different rooms so we are shouting back and forth to each other)
D: Yeah
Me: Why?
D: Because she was blowing air in my face and I didn't want her to
Me: Well maybe you need to use your words instead of hitting
D: Yeah OK
It sounds so simple......Until the next time she irritates him!




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