Yesterday while I was running, a girl and boy, probably about 7 and 9 ,were racing their bikes, and I caught part of their conversation.
"I so beat you by so much!" laughed the boy.
"No you didn't!" screamed the girl. "You didn't touch the flag."
"No way, I didn't even know we had to touch the flag. I beat you fair and square."
"Uh-uh!" she continued.
And then I lost track of their argument as I jogged away. I did hear her scream and cry really loudly, and then their parents, who were walking further back, rounded the corner. I saw the look on their faces and the mom rolled her eyes as if to say, "Goodness, what ridiculous thing are they arguing about now?"
It made me think that I will soon be dealing with these kinds of arguments. You know...really important ones.
I was fortunate enough to enjoy my own cooperative children at the park. Max was doing everything Cameron was, even climbing some ladders that he shouldn't have been attempting. But Cameron was right behind him, helping him up, and they both cheered with true sincerity whenever he made it to the top. Then Cameron would run in front of Max, yelling, "Come on buddy! Follow me, buddy!" Max would ignore him and run whichever way he wanted, but Cameron didn't mind.
It was the cutest thing ever. And all went well, until the whole fists full of rock eating incident I commented on yesterday.