A clearly annoyed Isabella (she’s 10) on the drive in to school this morning:
Iz: Look what time it is! I’m gonna be late. They’re gonna yell at me.
Me (also visibly annoyed): And, do you know why you are going to be late?
Iz: It’s because you need to wake me up earlier than you do.
Me [with a little upward inflection]: Nooo. I woke you up plenty early enough.
Iz: Yeah. Because you know I like to stay in bed after you wake me up. And, sometimes I fall back asleep. So, you should wake me up earlier.
Me: Let me get this straight. I’m supposed to wake up even earlier so that you can fall back asleep.
Iz: Yeah, that seems fair.
Me [a rage is building]: How is that fair?! Maybe you should get your butt out of bed, get dressed, not yell at me for 10 minutes because you can’t find your jacket that you left somewhere, make your own breakfast, make your own lunch, find your own missing library book, pack your own book bag and walk yourself the 14 miles to school! Wouldn’t that be more fair?!
We finally arrive at the drop-off line, the girls gather their stuff. Isabella has been quiet. I think I got through to her. Yelled some sense into her.
They get out of the car, Isabella looks at me through the window and says:
“No, that wouldn’t be more fair. Bye.”