The other day my two oldest kids were at wit’s end with each other. Whatever the straw that broke the camel’s back was, my son ended the feud with the mother of all nasty brotherly burns:
“YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS FAMILY. I’M SICK OF YOU!”
“No, you leave. I’m sick of YOU,” she said in response.
No! You leave.
No. You.
Finally, my son looks his big sister dead in the eye and very rationally tells her that it is SHE who MUST go.
“Because you’re older. You have more life skills. I’d never survive out there.”
