And in a less than stellar parenting moment, when Amy AGAIN asked if a little sore spot looked like it was bleeding, because she thought it looked like it was bleeding (and our Band-Aid waste-avoidance rule is that they’re used only for bleeding stuff), I told her sarcastically that if she scratched it enough it would probably bleed.
Sarcasm — and the contempt that fuels it — is one of my worst parenting temptations, if not THE worst. It sure doesn’t help anything. I am glad that she sort of “gets” it — and fights back. She knows it’s mean and tells me so.