Things My Children Argue About
Our kids like maths, and a while ago now DH (who also likes maths) told the older two about infinity.
As happens in families, the older ones told DD3, who then told DS. And they argue about it all the time. They have even asked their teachers about it; I bet their teachers love us now.
What they are arguing about is whether infinity exists or not. DD3 says it does, DD1 says it doesn’t. DS says it doesn’t and DH ( who should know better than to argue with a 4 year old) says it does. DD2 doesn’t care and I’m staying well out of it. The mere concept of infinity hurts my tiny little brain.
Most of the arguments between the kids in this house are over TV. Sometimes I feel like banning the bloody thing entirely but the unPC truth is that it does make for an awfully convenient babysitter.
Our kids argue about whose turn it is to choose, who chose last time, whether to watch the adverts, whether to pause the adverts, whether to record something, when to pause a program and when to fast forward.
Most of the time they argue about what they are going to watch and I don’t know how to make this fair. Is it possible to make it fair?
We have two TVs in the house but I don’t really want both on at the same time. I was thinking about them having one day a week where they can choose, but then who would choose the other three days?
Besides, we’ve recently banned a number of channels/ programs including the Disney Channel on the grounds it’s just awful, and The Simpsons because I think the on screen violence may be spilling out into our living room. So really they shouldn’t have too much to argue about, should they?
Maybe we should just give up on Sky all together, and restrict them to Freeview?
However, I’m pretty sure they’d still argue about that.
DD3 farted in our room this morning, while getting dressed for school. It was a very impressive effort for such a cherubic looking little girl and she was highly impressed with her bottom’s ability to make such a loud noise.
In came DS, also supposed to be getting dressed but determined not to be outdone by his older sister. ’Parp’ went his nether regions.
‘Mine was louder’ stated DD3 immediately, desperate for recognition of her superior farting prowess.
‘No it wasn’t ‘, answered DS, ‘Mine was. It sounded just like Daddy’s.’
End of argument.