David and I don't really fight. Don't get me wrong, we can bicker like nobody's business, but we're not the couple you're going to see on the news for distubring the peace. I've never locked him out of the house and he's never threatened to have me committed. It's a beautiful, harmonious relationship...either that, or he just lets me win because arguing with me is exhausting and he would rather spend his time eating a sandwich.
Regardless, we got into a bit of a tiff on Saturday morning as we were headed out to run errands. This was complicated by the fact that our daughter is like a real person now. She regularly takes sides in our discussions and is quick to tell either of us if we're being rude or need to apologize. I would be okay with her participation, except she usually sides with David - not cool.
While we were arguing in the car on Saturday, I realized that Morgan was hanging on our every word. Her eyes were wide open and she kept looking back and forth between us like she was watching some sort of bizarre ping pong game. David and I needed to shut it down. However, I was not AT ALL going to take responsibility for him being crabby with me (Remember what I said about sandwiches? Without them, he's like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde). David, on the other hand, was just as committed to being right. But we're good parents, and we need to set a good example. Hence, the following:
Me: I'm sorry we fought in the car. (Notice I am not admitting fault)
David: Yeah, I'm sorry, too. And I'm sorry you were such a jerk. (Notice David has now apologized for me being mean to him)
Me: And I'm sorry you were hungry and cranky and took it out on me. (Notice I am on to him and am not about to concede)
David: Yeah, I am hungry. (Notice me still winning...every time.)
Poor guy doesn't stand a chance.
1 comment:
Too funny Amy!
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