"Bad Idea, Ava!" I shouted, separating them and shaking my head, preparing to get to the bottom of the issue. But Jace was still all wound up, shaking his head and scowling.
"Yeah, Ava! You're a bad idea! Did you hear that? You're a BAD IDEA!"
And of course she broke down crying like I had put a price tag on her.
"Why, Mommy? Why am I a bad idea? Why would you SAY that to someone? How would YOU feel if someone called YOU a bad idea? I don't think you'd like it!" She was self righteously angry, now, and Jace was suddenly at her side, wrapping his arms around her. "Mama, why did you call her a bad idea? That's not very nice."
And at that point, what was I supposed to do? Telling Jace that he's actually the one who called her a bad idea wasn't going to work, and they'd already turned on me...but at least they were getting along again.
I did the only thing I could...I apologized for calling my daughter a bad idea and sent them back to bed, where they'd apparently completely forgotten what they were fighting over in the first place.
