I think I’ve mentioned before that the boys, in general, like to hang out with Paul more than they do with me. His standards of behavior are more … relaxed, let’s say. He mostly has two rules. First, don’t sass grownups. Second, don’t make each other bleed.
So when Elias came in this evening with a plug in his nose, I knew discipline was in the wind.
And sure enough, privileges were revoked. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” wailed our pint-sized pugilist. “NO! It was an ACCIDENT!”
“Uh huh,” Paul said, unmoved.
“It was! It was an accident! I forgot that his nose would bleed!”