tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post2023362335899213014..comments2023-10-21T07:13:39.906-04:00Comments on All Stace, All the Time: Annoying Conversation #822StaceyC4http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580337266163999623noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-83529537285138191452009-08-17T13:41:43.504-04:002009-08-17T13:41:43.504-04:00Just give it up Stace... he won't get it until...Just give it up Stace... he won't get it until he's grown and has his own kids. My kids were soooo insanely jealous of each other... each declaring constantly that one of the others was my favorite. Trying to tell them that I don't have a favorite was just impossible... they insisted that I did. So if I was all nice and calm I would tell them that "my favorite is whoever is behaving nicely".... if I was angry I would tell them that at the moment I didn't like any of them... probably not the best response... but a truthful comment in that time and space... <br /><br />They are still jealous of each other... but not nearly as much as they used to be.<br /><br />A Lil Enchanted,<br />~LaShan~A Lil Enchantedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03956558847098344198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-37493386027516433792009-08-17T10:36:23.418-04:002009-08-17T10:36:23.418-04:00i used to tell my kids that my oldest was my exper...i used to tell my kids that my oldest was my experimental child and that i had it figured out now...hehehe. kids, everyone should have a dozen!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09592036311912962601noreply@blogger.com