I thought the boys were outside playing nicely. As usual, I thought wrong:
Primo, sobbing: "MOM! Terzo said he HATED ME and that he's ALWAYS HATED ME! That hurts my feelings!!!!"
Me: "So, tell me what you did to him first."
Primo: "Nothing!"
Me: "So, tell me what you did to him first."
A gleeful Secondo, who has just popped in the door to see what was going on: "Primo hit Terzo in the head with a Frisbee!"
Me: "Is that true?"
Primo: "I didn't hit him that hard!"
X, who is now interested and looking outside for Terzo: "No, I can see a big red mark on the side of his head."
Me: "TERZO! COME IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Terzo, now inside and sobbing: "HE HIT ME!"
Me: "Did you tell Primo that you hated him?"
Terzo, in the World's Smallest Voice: "Yes."
Me: "Now, do you really hate him, or were you just angry?"
Terzo, in an even smaller voice: "I was just angry."
I give you: DAY 5 OF SUMMER VACATION. God help us.
