Wyatt woke up with a case of the "I know better than you's" and was irritating the heck out of Natalie this morning. After both had been encouraged to make better choices a few times (he to use nicer words, she to stop hitting her brother), I was delighted to hear the following:
W: Nat, you want to sit in that chair over there and I'll read you a story?
N: Ya! climbs into appointed chair
W: Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Natalie.
W: And there was a big, bad fox. And the fox ate the little girl.
at this point, I sense a change in direction
W: and the little girl's mother hit the wolf (I thought it was a fox?) and the little girl came out…
N: Wow! starts laughing
W: and that's the end.
W: No. I'm out of stories right now.
And that was the end of the fighting. Honestly! She climbed out of the chair, they started playing together and that was it. I think we'll have stories more often!