Kids are playing in pool and trampoline. I have been out there reading for an hour, supervising and not really doing much of anything.
Football practice starts in an hour, so I come inside to make dinner (this is getting old by the way).
The minute I get out the knife to start slicing tomatoes, I hear ear-shattering screeching from Grace coming from outside. It doesn't stop. All of the windows are shut because it's 90 outside today, so I can't hear what the commotion is, but I know it's nothing major. Screeching and screaming continues.
I finally go outside to find Grace screaming at Logan at the top of her lungs. I call her over and want to know the cause of this horrible ruckus.
G: Logan keeps triple dog daring me to do a flip into the pool from the trampoline!
Me: So what?
G: He's DARING me to do it and I don't want to do it!
Me: Then don't!
G (Screeching and whining louder to me): Mommy! You don't get it! He's DARING me! I don't want to! (Crying ensues)
This is when I try to explain that a dare is just talking. It's not a home mortgage! It's not a written contract for anything!
I am never going to get dinner cooked at this rate. I told Logan to STOP daring his sister to do things. He just grinned and didn't look ashamed at all. Go figure.