The Kidling has a lovely cousin I shall call The Kidd-o. The Kidd-o was born a mere 10 days before The Kidling, and they positively adore one another… usually.
The Kidd-o’s mom (hereinafter Mama³) and I do kid-watching trades so we can accomplish our non-mom duties (that sentence was intended to utilize as many hyphens as possible. Not bad, eh?). Friday morning we did a switch-off. I watched The Kidd-o and her siblings, Twin 1 and Twin 2, in the morning and Mama³ watched them in the afternoon.
At some point while The Kidling and The Kidd-o were playing together (while I was at the spa with my mother. Sometimes I have to pinch myself my life is so damned charmed), they had a disagreement over how they were going to play a game. Alice told me about it on our drive home. Let’s be candid. Alice is an only kidling, so we have to talk about sharing, taking turns, and compromise. A lot. I asked her some questions about how they worked out their problem. The Kidling clearly thought she had done everything in her power to resolve their dispute amicably, to no avail: “That compromising didn’t work. Neither did frustration work. I tried everything I could think of!”
If getting ticked off is 50% of her conflict resolution strategy, then I think we need some new tools. Hmm. The Mama has work to do.