What They Hear . . .

I'm convinced that when Brian and I talk to our kids they don't necessarily hear what we are saying . . .

What was said . . .

"Kadin, please put your coat on."

What was heard . . .

"Kadin, go ahead and run into your room and play for awhile."

What was said . . .

"We need to clip your fingernails tonight."

What was heard . . .

"I am going to rip each one of your fingernails off with a tweezers."

What was said . . .

"Ok - we're going to leave now, so let's go"

What was heard . . .

"Ok - go ahead and run away from me . . . I really do think it's fun!"

What was said . . .

"Please come to the dinner table, it is time to eat."

What was heard . . .

"Just keep sitting in that chair completely ignoring me. We know you don't like what's for dinner anyway."

What was said . . .

"Please help pick up some of these toys."

What was heard . . .

"No, you don't need to help. Just relax and watch us pick up these toys."

I'm sure I had this same disability when I was young. Apparently it is a condition that corrects itself . . . I guess we'll see.