The kids began the day with their aunt Heather and had to come home a few short hours later because of a fight that ended with Quinn getting twin fingernail gouges on his neck. They’ve been getting on each others last nerve so I wasn’t surprised to get the call to come get them. I went prepared with an audiobook. When I arrived they were both crying and almost immediately they started in trying to explain their side of the story.
“I wasn’t here, I don’t know what happened, and I’m not interested in hearing either of your sides. Get your shoes on and let’s go.” I didn’t say this with any heat. They walked quietly to the car, got buckled and I stuck in the audiobook. They listened quietly all the way home. Quinn was out the door as soon as the car stopped. Isabella was slower.
“I apologized to Quinton but he didn’t say sorry to me.”
“I’m proud of you honey. You have no control over him so the important thing is what you did. I know it hurts when someone doesn’t say sorry but I’m happy you recognized that you owed him an apology.”
She scooted forward so her face was poking between the front seats. “Dad’s gonna overreact when he finds out. He has a temper.” I had to smile because of the irony of that statement.
“Are you gonna punish both of us?”
“No.” What went through my head but I didn’t say was they’d already received their consequence. They had to leave early.
I put the audiobook on my computer and let them listen for most of the afternoon. It was a good book and I wanted their minds away from bugging each other. And it worked.
While we all listened to the unabridged recording of ‘The Mysterious Benedict Society’ I sat down and sketched Isabella’s cat. I don’t know how I like it yet. I’ll probably let it sit for awhile and go back to add detail but at least I pulled out my pencil.