Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Ella: Hare-son, move.
Harrison: (no comment)
Ella: (screaming) Hare-son, MOVE!
Harrison: (elbows her leg)
Ella: (crying and screaming) MAMA! (sob, gasp, sob) Hare-son won't let me get my shoes.
Harrison: (stands up and pushes her into the wall)
Ella: (more crying and screaming)
Mama: Harrison, use your words.
(One of 50-60 standard sentences I say over and over and over. Other favorites: "Go to your room", "Apologize to your sister", "Please don't use your head as weapon, Harrison", "Can you please stop whining?"