His sister's keeper

I love how my kids take care of each other.

Whenever Jack gets hurt, Violet comes over and gives him a kiss on his owie.

"You feel better?" she always asks.

They still give each other good night kisses before bedtime and any time they say goodbye to one another.

On Friday, she woke up so ghastly early that I was able to bring her with me to Jack's school drop off.  However, I don't think she was entirely awake, because she was super ornery in the car.  She was incessantly chatty as usual and I had to get firm with her in an effort to get her to be quiet.  And as usual, she started crying, "You scolded me! What do you say to me?!"

I refuse to apologize to my children for reprimanding them when I feel they need it, so I said nothing.  It's one thing if I fly off the handle, but I don't feel telling my daughter to be quiet warrants an apology from me.

Jack was distressed on his sister's behalf, and I could tell that he thought I was in the wrong.

"Violet, did Mommy hurt your feelings?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"Yes," she sobbed.  "I want her to say sorry to me."

I just started chuckling.

Jack took great offense.

"Mommy! It's not funny!" he bristled.  "You shouldn't laugh!"

I told him that if I didn't laugh at things like this, I would go crazy.  How else am I going to survive the rest of my life with the two of them ganging up on me?  I wouldn't have it any other way, though.