Bearing in mind that Amber is incapable of holding a grudge, she sure seemed to get a little revenge this morning for Millie’s withering put-down yesterday.
I came downstairs this morning and found the two of them at the kitchen table drawing and colouring…
ME: Good morning, beautiful children!
ME: And what would you like for breakf- Oh, what’s this?
(points at dining room floor, which is strewn with felt-tip pens – LOTS of felt-tip pens)
AMBER: Millie did that, I’m not using pens.
(Millie, tellingly, says nothing – ordinarily she’d shout if this had even a hint of untruth to it)
ME: Well, every single one of those needs picking up before we have breakfast.
MILLIE: Amber…can you help me?
ME: Amber didn’t use them, Millie. If this was the other way round you’d be the first person screaming that “Amber did it!” and “Why should I help?!”
MILLIE: Yeah, but…
(Millie reluctantly starts picking up pens from the floor; I turn away and start making breakfast)
MILLIE: (muttering) Amber, if you don’t help me I won’t let you play with Rapunzel (a doll).
Amber gets herself spoon out of the drawer and waits patiently at the dining table.
MILLIE: You could help me, Amber!
Amber smiles. And stays sat down.
MILLIE: This is going to take about a million years!
ME: You know, Amb, you could help Millie…
(Amber nonchalantly flicks through a colouring book)
MILLIE: Fine, then I’m not going to play Harry Potter with you on the computer.
ME: (laughing) Millie, the number of times I’ve heard you shout “It’s Amber’s mess! She’s got to clear it up! I didn’t do it!” Let this be a lesson to you: sometimes it pays to help people, even when their problems are nothing to do with you, just to be nice.
Here endeth the lesson.
Well, not quite – I had to intervene later because Millie wouldn’t make space for Amber on the computer chair. Otherwise, nicely done, Amb!