Tomato, tomaaahto.

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Number 2 plays basketball in the town rec league every Saturday morning.

His team is really,

um,

not good.

Number 4 likes to go to the games.

Not really to watch, but to play with the other kids who are sometimes there.

At last week’s game, none of her friends were there.

So she resorted to actually watching the game.

Number 2’s team got crushed.

I guess there are two pretty decent kids on the team.

But the rest could use a little practice.

Okay, a lot of practice.

Anyway, yesterday morning, Numbers 1, 2, 3, and 4 were waiting in the playroom while my husband was getting ready to take them to Number 2’s game.

I was in the kitchen, but I overheard this:

Number 1:   Why are you even going?  Last week you said that Number Two’s team stinks.

Number 2 :  Yeah.  None of your friends are going to be there anyway.

Being teenagers, Number 1 and Number 2 can be a little overly sensitive.

Sometimes they have an appreciation for Number 4.

You know, the times when she’s insulting other people.

But not so much yesterday.

Then Number 3, who completely worships his older brothers, came running into the kitchen.

“Mom!  Does Number 4 have to go to the game?  She said Number Two’s team stinks!”

These boys are going to have to develop a little bit more of a thick skin if they’re going to survive a childhood with Number 4….

So I called Number 4 into the kitchen.

Me:  Number 4, if you want to go to the game today, you can’t say that Number 2’s team stinks.

Number 4:  But Mom, I –

Me:  I’m not finished.  Even if something may be true, you can’t always say it out loud.

Number 4:  Mommy, I –

Me:  Stop talking and listen to me.  It makes people feel bad when you say they stink.  That’s something that if you think it in your head, you just don’t say it.  You keep it to yourself.

Number 4: But Mommy!  I –

Me:  Number 4!  You do not say that a team stinks.  Especially if it’s your own brother’s team.  Do you understand me? 

Number 4:  Yes Mom. 

But Mommy?

Me:  Ugh. What?

Number 4:  I didn’t say that Number 2’s team stinks.

Me:  You didn’t?

Number 4:  No. 

Me:  What did you say, then?

Number 4:  Well, the coach was switching players. 

Her voice was getting louder. 

And all I said was…

louder still…

Ooooh Nooooo!

Pretty much yelling…

HERE COME THE BAD KIDS!

Oh.

Well that’s much different.

So yeah.

Number 4 didn’t go to the game yesterday.

I had her stay home and insult me instead.

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