Mine!

While I am filling my glass with crushed ice from our refrigerator, I hear a shrieking from the breakfast bar.

"My ice! My ice! Myyyyyyyy ice!"

--- from Irene: "That's not your ice. That's Mommy's ice."---
--- Bella to Irene: "MY ICE!"
--- from Irene: "No, it's Mommy's ice."

I quickly interject with "Irene, you're arguing with a two year old."

Irene promptly sighs heavily and rolls her eyes.

I turn to Bella and ask "Would you like some ice?".

"Yes."

"Can you ask nicely?"

Bella looks up innocently and sweetly says "Ice please."


Oyyy...

First of all, Greg and I were being completely naive when we thought that there was a large enough age difference between our children to prevent constant bickering. Silly us.

Secondly, I must say that the constant whining/yelling of "Mine. Mine. Mine." is really quite annoying. I'm often reminded of the scene from Bill Cosby's "Himself" where he handles a tug-of-war battle between two of his children and ends up telling the older child to just "give it to her. If you think you're alone in this, you're wrong. She's got things of mine too!"