So I came out into the kitchen yesterday morning, and little Caleb was pouting. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"I don't like my sister!" he frowns.
"Why?",
I ask, expecting to hear the typical stuff, like, "she snatched my
favorite toy, hit me, poked me, changed the channel when I was watching
Spongebob", you know, all those things siblings do to show their great
affection for one another.
So he says, "She made her bed faster than I did!"
"Yeah, so..."
"Well, she ALWAYS beats me in making her bed."
I am smiling to myself now, thinking, "oh-my-goodness, only a Melancholy child could actually have a problem with this!"
So
I say, "Well, I'll tell ya what. Monday, while Abby is at school, you
can spend the whole day practicing making your bed up, so you can get so
FAST at it, you will beat her from now on! And then she'll be upset
that you are better at it than her!"
...to which my Sanguine
daughter promptly responded, "HA. Fat chance!" (She can care less, of
course, if her bed is made at all, never mind the fastest. She could
probably care less if she can find her bed.)
Darn. So much for a little 'healthy competition' as a motivating factor for neat bedrooms!
