Tattling

“Mommy, Jory- - “ Rowan began. 

“Rowan are you tattling?  What did I say about tattling?” I asked.

“You said tell you if someone is doing something dangerous or hurting   themselves or others or bleeding,” Jory answered.

“Rowan, do you have something to tell me?”

“No,” she responded.

Good girl.  Though your brother did forget to say if someone has a bone sticking out.  If only they could remember this all the time.

“Mommy, Jory hit me,” the baby yelled, walking out of the bathroom with the toothbrush in her hand.

“No, I didn’t,” Jory responded passionately.

“Yes, you did,” the baby countered forcefully.

I watched as the two of them come closer and closer to my room.

“Get back in the bathroom you two.  And if I have to get up and come into that bathroom (I’m in my room trying to find something to wear) because you three can’t get along everyone is getting in trouble,” I replied.

“No,” the baby said.   “We be quiet.”