Thing2 is an apt at arguments. Often she is very respectful about it (versus the disrespectful angry attitude arguing, which is not tolerated in our house). She can lay out reasons for her side of the disagreement and sometimes make me feel a little nervous if not stupid for not thinking of what her train of thought would be first.
Yesterday was our last day of Classical Conversations for the year. There was celebration and treats. After CC, my in-laws invited us to their local campsite where they had taken their 5th wheel camper for a long weekend. After eating dinner, we roasted marshmellows which Thing2 ate smashed between two pieces of chocolate. (She has Celiac disease and I didn't have gluten free graham crackers along)
A few hours later, we were back at home and she asks me if she can have a treat. I reminded her that she had marshmellows at the campsite.
"I burned them and picked off the black part so I didn't really get that much marshmellow."
Uhm... no matter. I say, "You had a peanut butter egg at lunch at CC."
"Well, Mom... That doesn't really count because peanut butter is actually protein so it can't really be counted as a treat."
She's 7 years old. "In for it" does not begin to describe what I am anticipating in another 7 years. Especially once she starts taking Logic classes with CC...
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