Mad eyes

I'm keeping it real here today. Esther is a challenging toddler. That is the understatement of the century. Our two biggest struggles include sharing and not getting what we want the second we want it. (I'm using the royal "we" here.)

Today Esther wanted a toy Charlotte had (because she thinks sharing means give-me-what-I-want-the-second-that-I-want-it) and Charlotte didn't want to part with it. So Esther hit Charlotte on the head. I immediately scolded her, and she said "Fine! I'll go to my bed!" Then she left, fussing just a little.

A few minutes later Esther came back in and I asked if she was ready to apologize to Charlotte. "First, you have to say sorry to me!" she replied.

"Why do I need to say sorry? I didn't yell at you, or spank you," I countered back.

"But you had mad eyes at me!"

Oh. I apologized for my "mad eyes" after which Esther still didn't say sorry to Charlotte.