We had our first circumstance of peer pressure, 'making fun of', call it what you will today.
Tonight at dinner, Matilda says to us:
"(Insert kids name here) says I'm not a big girl because I don't have a big girl bed. So someday I want a big girl bed."
Simple as that. Kid makes 'fun' of Tillie. Tillie wants something to resolve the joke.
Tonight as we were reflecting on this conversation I say I want to punch this kid in the face for making her feel bad. Nate says he wants to kick him in the nuts.
Obviously, neither of us are doing either of these things. But we need to REALLY start seeking out some legitimate solves because this stuff is only going to get more difficult, and of a more serious nature as these two little ones get older.
Only now, can I truly appreciate how my parents felt as our house was egged night after night, and I would come home crying. Although my Dad's approach of staking out in his truck until he figured out who the culprits were may not necessarily be my conflict-avoiding husbands style. I mean this was barely an incident. Let's be honest, it was a micro-speck of a comment that somehow lodged itself in Matilda's memory. It was nothing. But still. It stung.
So in the meantime, we will continue to milk Matilda's crib (because there isn't any peer pressure in the world going to force me to give THAT up early), and will be practicing our verbal judo in our free time.