Tattling

Tattling is going to kill me.

"Mommy, Roro is playing with the doll you told her not to play with."

"Mommy, the Baby is on top of the sofa."

"Mommy, Jory pushed me."

"Mommy, the Baby pushed me."

"Mommy, Roro hit me."

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! STOP!!! I don't want to hear it. If your sister or brother isn't gushing blood, if you don't see bone, or hear an awful breaking sound, don't tell me because I don't want to listen to tattling.

Gushing blood. Nope the sight of blood, that's not enough, it has to be gushing like a river then come tell me. Though I'm sure the piercing screams will alert me.

Breaking of bones. Mommy would like to be informed. Though I'm sure the piercing screams will alert me.

You know what head injuries I would like to be informed of. But that's it, everything else not listening. I love you endlessly, but not listening.