Baby A: Mom, do you know why I have a rotten attitude right now?
Mom: I thought you looked a little down what with the stomping, loud sighing, and railing against the school gods. Is something bugging you?
Baby A: It all started in Social Studies class. Parker was annoying me. He kept saying my name and then when I’d look around, he’d pretend he hadn’t said it.
Mom: What did you do?
Baby A (eyes downcast): Mom, I’m very sorry to say that I lost my temper and I called him a bad name.
Mom (steeling herself and wondering whether she should even ask the question): What did you call him?
Baby A: I called him a….a…..a pinheaded fiddlebrain.
I sense three very long upcoming years otherwise known as “middle school”.
Have a nice day.