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		<title>Biting? Really? WTF?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 02:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Monica</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Growing up]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[**Note: I started this post on Friday Jan 15th&#8230; So, this morning was a shitty morning. I&#8217;m not going to lie. Hubby got up and went to work as usual, waking me up just before he went downstairs to warn me that the girls were already awake. I didn&#8217;t think this morning would be so [...]]]></description>
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<p>**Note: I started this post on Friday Jan 15th&#8230;</p>
<p>So, this morning was a shitty morning. I&#8217;m not going to lie. Hubby got up and went to work as usual, waking me up just before he went downstairs to warn me that the girls were already awake.</p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t think this morning would be so much trouble, but it was&#8230; and here&#8217;s how I handled it.. Tell me if you could do better.. really.</p>
<p>So as I got out of bed, out of my warm electric blanketed bed, my girls asked if they could have my iPhone. Typically it&#8217;s not an issue. But this morning, it changed everything.</p>
<p>I let Monkey Do play with it for a bit as long as she promised to share it with Monkey See. I told them to sit tight, and let me take a very quick shower&#8230; Usually my showers are very quick&#8230; I&#8217;m all about water conservation ya know! Anyhow, I get into the shower, start washing my hair, and the I hear fighting. I told Monkey Do to put my iPhone on the bathroom counter. Little did I know that that request was going to change the course of my morning. Monkey Do didn&#8217;t have my phone, so in order to get it from her sister, instead of asking for it, like any normal person, I hear this wailing cry. I jump out of the shower, soap still in my hair, and Monkey See is walking towards me crying.</p>
<p>&#8220;Sister bit me&#8221; she tells me..</p>
<p>I flip.</p>
<p>&#8220;Where did she bite you?&#8221;</p>
<p>Monkey See lifts up her shirt to reveal a nasty bite mark just below her chest.</p>
<p>wow.</p>
<p>I yelled for Monkey Do, who conveniently took off for her bedroom&#8230; I showed her Monkey See&#8217;s chest, and just couldn&#8217;t really hold back. I got angry, I yelled, and I sent her to her room. Oh she knew I was mad. She knew I was very mad. I let her sit in her room for a while and think about it. I finished my shower, dried off, and got dressed. Monkey See was laying in my bed, still sniffling, so I checked on her. Yup, her chest was definitely going to bruise. I asked her why her sister bit her..&gt; She told me it was because she wouldn&#8217;t give back the iPhone&#8230; Oh great.. so I indirectly caused this?? UGH! I called Monkey Do back to my room&#8230; more like yelling at her, but that&#8217;s beside the point&#8230; I showed her what she did to her sister and asked her if she would like it if her sister did that back to her. Of course the answer was no&#8230; I sent her back to her room, told her to sit on her bed and plan on staying there most of the day&#8230;. Oh the flood gates opened. Sure I didn&#8217;t mean that she&#8217;d really stay there all day, but she didn&#8217;t know that.</p>
<p>I sat with Monkey See for a while, talking to her about all the great things having a sister means, and having a TWIN sister to boot! I explained how I didn&#8217;t like seeing them fight, and how biting is always a no-no, etc etc etc&#8230; After  few minutes of talking I took her into her bedroom to sit with Monkey Do and gave her the same speech. As I talked to her, I mentioned the time when she was bit in the arm by another girl at the gym, and told her to remember how badly that hurt. I showed her Monkey See&#8217;s chest, and told her to think about it happening to her all over again&#8230; That&#8217;s what her sister felt&#8230; Finally, I had her look her sister in the eye, and apologize. They gave each other the biggest hug.. Ah to be young and sisters&#8230;</p>
<p>And they never fought again&#8230; yeah right&#8230;</p>
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