When Consciences Collide

Novan and Beya are playing memory and I'm putting Keshet down for a nap and I hear from the other room the following conversation.

Novan: Let's go up high so Iyov can't get to us.

Frantic climbing is heard as children ascend the bunk bed followed by Iyov's immediate crying as he is apparently prevented from doing the same.

Beya: Awww, it's ok Iyov. Don't cry.

Iyov is whimpering.

Novan: No Iyov! You can't play.


Beya (sadly): But he doesn't look very happy Novan.

Novan: Beya, we're older than him.

Beya: But Novan, remember what Mom said? We can help him get matches so he can play too.

Novan: But Beya, there's no room up here for him.

Beya: If I sit over here, he can sit next to me and then there's room.

Pause as I assume Iyov is getting to his appointed spot.

Novan: Beya I think my bed isn't big enough.


Beya: He's sitting right here Novan.

Some chatter about who's turn it is. Apparently it's Iyov's turn.

Iyov starts crying.

Novan: NO IYOV!

More crying by Iyov. 


Beya: But Iyov you can't take OTHER people's cards. Here, choose this one..... Good job buddy!


You know, it's moments like these that you think "Score!" as a mom and you get warm fuzzies but then on the other hand, you're thinking about the child that's acting like he's got Satan on his shoulder and you're reminded to revert back to your humble self... or maybe just take claim of "the good child" and disown the bad one.