Tattling...

You would think that I am going to post about my kids telling on each other, but no.

I am writing about my kids tattling about Dave and me.

We got a lecture from them (Blake mostly, Parker arms crossed, head nodding up and down, saying "yup" over and over) about Dave and I "arguing".

We are not really yellers in our house. Frustrations come and go, and are quickly discussed, and then everyone moves on.

Today Dave and I were having a "discussion" about my painting abilities. He really really really (REALLY!!!!) didn't want me to repaint my dining and living room.

Don't care.

Down goes the red (soooo Eddie Bauer Spring of 2001...) and up goes the most lush combination of Santorini Blue and Hush.

Dave didn't like my technique.

I don't like painting.

So if I do a bad enough job, he will come do it for me. See how that works?

All of a sudden Blake bursts out from Parker's room and yells, "Okay you two, this one is going straight to Nanna and Grandma. We are telling them about this arguing."

Dave and I look at each other, our eyes get really big, and we cover our mouths so he can't hear us gasping for air.

He then says, "Now good luck with that!" and slams the door behind him.