It’s always something or another
As told to me by Hubby.
This afternoon the kids were playing threading with their Baba. They both like to do things with their hands and threading beads is a perfect activity to keep them busy and occupied, not to mention it greatly helps with hand eye coordinations, fine motor skills and patience.
They were using this Haba Threading Beads set. It comes with 72 pieces (6 different shapes) and 3 long strings, just the perfect number of strings.

Things were going good, until they (Seb) decided it was too quiet…
Fiona “Look! This is a necklace,” proudly showing off her creation to Baba.
Seb “No, that’s a budoodah.” (he likes to make up words, and he also likes to aggravate little sister from time to time like a brother would, knowing this will definitely irritate her).
Fiona “NO! It’s a necklace!”
Seb “NO it’s a budoodah”
Fiona, now frustrated, screams “NOOOO! It’s a neck-LACE!”
Seb, smiling, fully aware of what he’s doing, “NO it’s a BUDOODAHHHH.”
Fiona CRYING/SCREAMING “NOOOOOO it’s a NECKLACE” and then proceeds to strike Seb with her hands, in an attempt to quiet him.
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Glad I was not there doing the referee work. So when do siblings stop fighting like this?! Never?? SIGH.
