We're a ten year old and a five year old famously known as E squared. Please help us gain some parenting instruction for our Mom who's at least insightful enough to start a therapy fund for us.



Sunday, October 17, 2010

I'm Eight -- Big E

For my birthday Celebration, I watched my new favorite sport, ice hockey.
 
I LOVE the spiders in my tree. Here is a picture of one that I took with my new camera that my grandpa gave me.
 
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I'm Eight now. This is a BIG deal but my parents aren't making a big deal about it. I should be able to stay up longer than Lil' e. (He is only two!!!!) However, do you think my parents let me stay up???? NO they don't. Next, I should be able to do my hair, my way, any day! Most of the time, my mom let's me do my hair. However, there are some days where she insists on doing it. This makes me mad because it gets all puffy and sticks up and gets fluffy. I DO NOT like it. I'm eight. I should be able to do my hair myself!

Then there is the issue with Lil' e. I love him but he bugs me sometimes. He interferes with my alone time. I don't like that. I sneak into my bedroom or they playroom, hoping that he doesn't find me. He also tries to take my stuff, especially when he is supposed to be napping. This is NOT fair. IT IS MINE, NOT HIS. Do you think my parents punish him justly???? NEVER. This too, I do not like.

Then there is the issue where I let Lil' e use my things and he doesn't respect them. For instance, I let him borrow my favorite headband, a blue one that Grammy bought me at Justice. You read right, it is my favorite headband because that's the kind of sister I am. He used it all day, putting it around his neck so that he could put his dog's neck in the loop, keeping his dog check to check with him all day long. At the end of the day, when he was supposed to give it back, he started biting on it. Of course, I didn't like that and I tried to get it off his neck. Lil' e wanted it and he wouldn't let me get it. I grabbed harder, ripping it from around his neck. THEN, I got in trouble for not respecting his body. ME. YES, ME. HE was the one not respecting my things. HE was the one who was ruining it. HE was the one who wouldn't give it back to me. They are so soft on him!

At least I got Grandpa D and Grammy for the weekend. Grandpa D took me to IHOP for pancakes AND Chuck'e cheese. Grammy took me on a Justice shopping spree and I got to spend LOTS of time with friends going to an ice hockey game, in 'n out, and frozen yogurt. It was the best birthday yet!

Best,

Big E

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