They Just Don’t Know Any Better by RuthAnne
www.thelifedialogues.com
It is Saturday afternoon, and I find myself fast asleep on the couch – out cold drooling fast asleep. And then, on the fringe of my consciousness, I find myself hearing an argument. I am listening to a screaming match between Brennen (my nine-year-old) and Ryan (my seven-year-old).
I only get the gist of the verbal battle (I have, after all, been fast asleep). But the gist includes “hate yous” and “you are terri…
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Posted on August 3, 2009 at 11:00am —